The white sands seemed to stretch on forever as a blue horizon reached out in the opposite direction. Flocks of birds hopped around the soft sand, dodging waves as they rolled in. Sounds of laughter mixed with the whooshing of the water, exciting the ears of all that were relaxing on the beach. Piles of white shells formed a border along a fence, too heavy and far from the roaring waves to be pulled back in. I had spent the last few hours relaxing on the shore of Sanibel Island, getting lost in the rhythm of nature, clicking away with my camera to my hearts content. I had ended up here by accident, not paying attention to which lane I was in, suddenly finding myself on a toll bridge which had led me here. A happy accident that I couldn’t be more thankful for.