An afternoon walk along the beach: warm waves lap over my feet, wind tugs at my hat, water extends to the horizon, the surf’s incessant rhythm drowns out the cries of the gulls overhead.
For eons past and for eons to come, the sea will wash upon this beach or the one that replaces it. My footprints in the hard sand last only moments, a metaphor for the transience of life.
Walking along the beach, I know why people fall in love with the ocean. It’s hypnotic. I can see and feel eternity.
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