Sun. Sand. Sea. Shadows.
(This is my Australia…)
The cool, clear water reveals an old story underneath: the waves roll in, smash themselves to pieces and disappear, while underneath, the sand remains calm as always, moving so slowly as to appear still. Some of our storylines are small, fast, forgotten, while the deeper parts take longer to tell, but say something more about our character, about where we’ve been, and where we might be going.
Today is for rounded curves, gentle sweeps of a paintbrush making a soft shore, streams, sun, and peace.
Slightly agitated seagulls.
All of the ingredients for a great afternoon at the beach, if you are this dog.
(I’m a little jealous… all that joy!)
Some endings are also beginnings. Some stories finish with more questions than they resolve. I like those stories…
I listen to the waves, their gentle rhythm strumming a familiar tune, and watch the sun drop away, and feel, at last, a kind of home.