January 16, 2014


The sky was nearly cloudless today at 3 pm.  The few clouds that were visible were painted onto the intensely even, consistent backdrop, and hung fuzzily at the horizon, that magical place where sky meets water on our retinas.

The sand patterns, the traces of the advancing-receding dance, continue to fascinate me in their variety and delicacy.   Does the ocean have a pulse?  Is this its EKG document?

This little loop extension seems to be a witty comment about individuality and quirkiness.  No one told it to get back in line.  No one laughed or pointed.  No one criticized.  No one teased or bullied.   No report card, either.  It’s so hard to just be, and when just being is right there in front of your eyes, it’s good to notice.

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