On The Beach

When the world begins to close in on me I walk to the beach, not too far away. The sea shore ever alluring and new yet never changing sprawls before me. A balm to tired minds! The chilly breeze blowing, the jets of water dispersing in smoky spray, the waves coming to cleanse the feet Oh! What tinkling sound they produce! I hear a maiden’s anklets chime as she inches ahead with steps demure, heart pounding, to her bridal chamber on her first nuptial night. At times, they become thuds of footsteps down the long corridors of time tolling minutes and hours away. The waves advancing and receding! How they remind me of the eternal flux of life!