At times, we catch ourselves looking backward. The relentless waves wash our footprints away. Evidence erased.
Stop. Look ahead.
Life is also like the wave. Timeless energy, a beating heart, pushing then pulling. The wave is a sculptor, his work never done. The bits of sand and shell, of driftwood and stone collide, chaotically interacting. A complexity beyond knowing, life is relationships observed only in glimpses. In moments when souls alight, a smile is shared, a twinkle reflects from eyes locked in mutual perception.
Photo is copyright by Matthew McCreadie.