only the vastness of the ocean can make us aware of even the taste of space, the magic of glittering water in fading sunlight, each wave curling around it’s own shadows into the break, a constant, steady heartbeat, the never ending rolling, the sound of what we can only master a piece of, infinity, just sitting here trying to inhale a memory, to breath in, take internally all the masterful ingredients of this intoxicating brew, if I might sample forever, or tickle infinity, or just cozy up with eternity for awhile, but alas, time does not allow me such luxury, or anyone for that matter, in that way we are all the same, a thousand years from now or ten thousand now behind, time, almost a stranger here but ever that hand on the shoulder, but dreams can cover over the sobriety of reality in this endeavor, so surely the sun does finally log off, ending my journey, as if I am the only one on earth at the moment, not a lonesome feeling, but the ever calming presence of the ocean, pulling and waving, breathing in my ear, speaking a language older than man, but somehow the ear adjusts and understands.

this is where I was while musing… the closest beach to my house, about 15 minutes, sure, it is not like the sugar sands of south Jersey, or maybe not that pristine (but recovering), shame on me for not going more often than I have in the past, the ocean is cleansing, it is a reminder of the vastness of the world (and beyond), our small part, and the tide is therapy… at least to me…