2010

I held a shell up to the sky and watched the clouds pass over head. The sun was trying to squeeze around the edges and through the pores. Life is simple looking at the sky; blue, white and yellow. At the beach, everything moves slowly; the clouds drift along, the little waves peel in and tiny sparrows glide along.

Ordinary life simply cannot survive the gauntlet. The sand forms a natural anathema; a barricade against the nagging onslaught of reality. It gently ebbs away the taxing headlands; assignments, chores; raging traffic and swearing motorists; bus tickets, forms signed and class changes. The great crags of the year are brought to dust as the tide comes in to save me.

I get to sit there, doing nothing and stare at a shell, for hours on end. The sun shines through with purgative rays. It is simply, the best.