Farewell to the beach

It's starting to sink in that I am moving away from the beach in 18 days.

I'm going to be moving 50 minutes away. Sure, I'll still be only five minutes away from the ocean, but it's rocky coast where I'm going, so I'll be cut off from the long, solitary, sandy walks that I've come to love.

I've decided that as long as it is not pouring rain, I'm going to go for a walk on the beach every day until I move.

On today's walk, I took this photo:

This is what I love about the ocean and the beach – the reminder that things are impermanent and that we are all insignificant in the face of the inevitability of vast forces that sit outside of our control. All of us are just specks: you, me, Janna (obviously)  and even Frank. Eventually, the tide rises high enough to wipe all traces of us from this earth.

All the dramas and upsets of daily life, all of the broken hearts and disappointments, all of the moments of joy and elation, they are all easily re-absorbed into the ocean that is time, life, the VERSE (Very Enormous Random Swirl of Events).

I find that comforting, when I can remember it. And the beach helps me to remember. I will miss it.