Coconut Grove sunset lover

She slips away again though she was never really that far from Meteora. Still, she’d gone back a little to search for the others and to continue to further the knowledge of her surroundings. They will find the spot that best suits them and their chapter and Florence will be able to rest her weary paws. For now, diligent as always, she weaves through the tropical trees all the way to the shore. The ocean beats against the sand and her tail waves behind her, watching as it comes and goes and never lies to her.

The mountain she’d been born on is far different than the sand and rock beaches, the waves soothing the anxieties in the mind. Her legs will forever be built for the icy inclines she’s used to but she’s certain she’ll become accustomed to the sea, just as the others have. Still often wayward, Florence keeps her feet moving in her search so that she may still feel full with purpose she’d searched for her entire life.