Fisherman's Bay Lopez Island Sunday August 2

I feel my spirits lift each time I ride this windy causeway. However, today hasn't been as joyous as I'd hoped. I am in mourning and I am battling extreme loneliness. I wish it were different. But it's not. I take these self portraits to remind myself that there is hope. I just need to get through the rough parts. Right now it's rough.
But I'm glad I made the effort to come to the San Juan's, despite the hard memories that dog me.
To the past I say thank you. To the future I must say, yes.