Fortress

Stumbled across this fortress of sorts, it simply appeared in M.B. Bouddi NP sometime ago, then the next time I visited, it had simply gone. Sometimes we all need a fortress of sorts, to fling our bleeding wounded weary souls behind, while worldly battle rage and surround us, and the threat of capture, slavery and defeat torment. Sometimes fortress' take form in many things. Mums. Pillows. Driftwood walls. Solitude. A good nights sleep. An early morning saltwater bath. An afternoon nap. An evening bicycle ride. A deep breath. A very long quiet prayer. A desperate plea in need of a Redeemer.