Sea salt breeze

Hop off the plane and on to my bike, it's close to midnight, cruising along ECP through that beautiful corridor of rain trees, unmistakably home, wondering if you are in one of the cars parked so close to the sea to smell the salt breeze and realizing East Coast Park is so strange and serene and strikes a chord in my heart knowing that I have to photograph the whole stretch at night, no big reasons just because my heart says do.