He awakes, makes his way down to the shore, exactly like the day before.
The beach is perfection; content, as always, to simply be, while the roaring sea remains the pure mystery it has always been.
Kneeling, he begins his daily task, ancient hand steady, etching lines into the sand. The work is delicate, requiring time and patience. He feels blessed to still possess both.
Hours later another portrait is complete: each new creation, totally unique.
Sitting back, sipping beer, he happily watches as lazy waves erase his work.
Wondering when his time will come to disappear, washed away forever.
The beach is perfection; content, as always, to simply be, while the roaring sea remains the pure mystery it has always been.
Kneeling, he begins his daily task, ancient hand steady, etching lines into the sand. The work is delicate, requiring time and patience. He feels blessed to still possess both.
Hours later another portrait is complete: each new creation, totally unique.
Sitting back, sipping beer, he happily watches as lazy waves erase his work.
Wondering when his time will come to disappear, washed away forever.
