Grasping Sand

For me, the beach is a place where things remain constant. I bury my feet in warm sand or mince carefully, barefooted, across jagged rocks, and I know that despite anything we humans cause or suffer, the tide will always leave and return--the rocks will never cease to tumble in the waves.

With my toes in the water I can stop time and exist entirely in the present. Just me, the wind, the waves; maybe a seagull, maybe a tern. Maybe a family with a dog. We are all suspended in the moment, and the world cannot reach us.