as water meets sand

The waves are much like time.

Ever moving. A constant ebb and flow.

The beach is dark at five o’clock in the morning — the water hidden beneath a sheet of pitch black.

The waves move — even in the dark. Even when we can’t see them, we hear them. The soft crash as water meets sand.

As time passes, the earth gets lighter — as if someone, somewhere plugged in a night light.

The sun rises. Light reflecting off the water. Where does the sea stop and sky begin?

It goes on forever — or seemingly so…

The ocean. And time.

It’s so quiet. The air smells different here.

Sometimes I find myself missing when the world was shut down. When it felt like everything just stood still. When it felt as if time had stopped.

But that was just naive thinking wasn’t it?

Time didn’t stop but for some of us…maybe our perception of it did.

I sit mesmerized by the slow but continuous movement of the waves. I take comfort as the water hits the sand and the seagulls talk to one another as they sore through the sky. There is mumbled chatter as others approach the shore, ready for a day at the beach.

The waves are bigger this time as they hit the sand.

Maybe every crash onto the shore is the universe’s way of telling us to take a deep breath.

To slow down. 

To just be.

To stop trying to move against time but instead alongside it.