#18

When last have I visited the beach? It's been at least a year or so. I love the beach. I love watching the tide roll in and out again. It's such a beautiful mystery, Mother Nature. I watch the tide and let my mind fly free as the seagulls above. How many ships have chartered these waters? The same waters that brought my ancestors, in bondage, across the Atlantic. I look out onto the expansive ocean and I am reminded of my smallness. Of how time is always passing and waits for no one. That squandering time is a transgression; a luxury that none of us have. Of how small miracles are happening all the time. Why do we as people not appreciate the smallness of things? We are always looking to do things big; to have the biggest; to make a scene. But there is much to be said about the simplicity of smallness. The tranquility of having less. I just wanted to hold your hand and be in that moment with you, sitting on the sand, watching the waves crest and crash; watching the sun set. Hearing the laughter of children, watching lovers nuzzle each others' necks, the joyous music of families reuniting and everyone partaking in the human experience of living. being.