Sadie

The early morning sun cast a golden glow over the rocky shores of Vermont's coastline, where Sadie found her favorite escape. Dressed in a light blue fitted t-shirt and dark blue leggings, with her running sneakers securely laced, she navigated the large, uneven rocks with the grace of someone who knew the terrain well. Her strawberry blonde hair caught the light, bouncing with each hop and skip as she made her way across the jagged landscape. Sadie paused for a moment, settling onto a large, cool rock, the ocean breeze gently tousling her hair. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing, a natural symphony that never failed to calm her mind. She watched as the tides rolled in, the water lapping at the edges of the rocks, each wave a reminder of the ocean's timeless dance. In the distance, the lighthouse stood tall and steadfast, a beacon of safety and guidance. Sadie often found herself drawn to its presence, a symbol of hope and resilience that mirrored her own journey. As she sat there, she felt a deep sense of peace, a moment of tranquility in her otherwise bustling life. With a contented sigh, Sadie rose from her perch, ready to continue her exploration. The rocky shores were more than just a place for exercise; they were her sanctuary, a place where she could be herself, free from the expectations of the world.