Sea Lion Shores Not all those who wander are lost

It was Brynn's favorite time of the day. The time right before sunrise when most of the world was still asleep and there was a certain peaceful quiet. This particular morning, she found herself meandering down a beach, listening to the rhythmic sound of the water moving up the shore and then back down and feeling the cool ocean breeze move gently through her thick coat. Brynn could smell the interesting scent of ocean water. This water did not smell bad, but it it also did not smell like water should would like to drink. 

This place was more peaceful than any other place Brynn had come across. In all of her wanderings, she had never been on a beach before. She felt like she could spend hours here just lost in her thoughts. After all, that was her favorite thing to do. Now she had found a perfect spot for it. 

So, Brynn continued her trek down the beach, taking in all of the scents, sounds, and feelings.