In the salty sand, hidden away from the tides, a beautiful vine grows where you would least expect it to be: next to a busy boardwalk. I wonder how the original seed found this spot and what was so appealing that not only did it grow, it blossomed. Now the arms of this vine are reaching even further in a crisscross  pattern of survival.

In a rotted wooden column, several different species struggle to grow. Though crowded, each is thriving without soil and only drinking the rain. These hardy plants make me think that we too need to bloom where ever we are. Circumstances will always change sometimes for the better, sometimes not. Make sure your roots are planted firmly, believe that this too shall pass, turn your face to the sun and blossom.