Sands of Time

There’s a wrustling of the tall grass behind the crashing of the waves, coaxing to shore or softly is the Nor’easter wind. The m

ist that sprays is at least 2 feet tall and interludes of Serenity pass through when the wind quiet.

The gritty calmness inside this natural chaos is my safe place.

People mill about but I barely notice because all I hear is crash and splash.

The sand gets picked up in a cyclone of wind and performs a lovely dance for me, circling and swirling in perfect time the rhythm around me. Used inside every movement can be felt as an internal touch and connection with this place in time.

It stretches, it’s expanse. It touches from me to you anytime we need it to.

Can you hear the Sirens?

 

She’s smooth and moist…so shiny in the light. Every part of her body glistening with freedom, scented with the sea and kissed by the sun.

Mystery surrounds her. So beautiful but so strange! Not of this time, existing in her own. Unbound by ideals of others, she follows her own heart and her own path.

 

And that path leads to the ocean’s door.