When burdens became too heavy for me to bear I would go down to the beach. I particularly remember one day, it wasn’t unusual or exciting…it was just beautiful and peaceful.
It was late in the afternoon and the wind was slightly blowing. I had gone to the beach to relax from the stresses of daily wear. The waves were rolling in with their monotonous rhythm and whitecaps were tumbling over like bubbles of fresh champagne while the surf sounds cast a lonely forlorn hiss over the wet sand.
As I nestled into the side of a sand dune it glowed with the warmth of the sun it had grasped throughout the day. Why does the world no longer feel warm and friendly like the sun dancing upon my cheek? Tiny bits of sand blew against my face and in turn would fall into the myriad grains at my feet, much like the mass of civilization, we blend back into humanity.
A Seagulls cry distant and forlorn broke my chain of thought. As it soared over the beach a shadow was cast of its graceful body. How high the gull could fly on those slender wings of beauty, will I ever be free and graceful as the gull?
Gallantly… beautifully… the sun was dying by the sea. In her last moments of brilliance she spilled out her color onto the clouds and her hues in turn gifted the water and poured onto the beach leaving her florescence soaking into the sand. My life’s memories washed over me like waves and cleansed my sorrow.
In her last moment of existence the sun shown with all the splendor of a blooming flower. Within a mere moment the waters grew dark and my thoughts grew cold and the wind carried a brisk chill. Slowly I walked down the beach toward home and my garden of Eden would slumber once more to the lullaby of the surf and the melancholy fog horn of a distant ship.