I love the beach. I love MY beach... the beach of my home. This is it... somewhere over the rainbow, my beach, where I often retreated to try to understand the meaning of life, lies.I miss the soft, white sand. The gentle ripples created by the wind blowing across the dunes. The renourishment fences which go up whenever a hurricane brings another big dune down. The blue skies and white clouds of home.
I wish I could drive there today. I could stand a little time to search, again, for meaning, for hope, for the sense of optimism that has tinted my dreams for decades but now seems to be fading with time.
Such it is, this life.
It seeks to rob us of our blood, one tiny cut at a time.
And so we must fight this thief in the night for our life's blood, for our dreams to come true.
