Still, the beach is a strange dichotomy of phenomena.
On the one hand very calm and peaceful.
On the other rambunctious and feisty.
This one is sort of in the middle!
Water and waves washing over rocks and sky and sand.
Ebbing and flowing gently in rhythm to the tide of our minds. But, all the while pregnant with the possibility of darkening, rising up and seizing its destiny.
In the face of truth there is always an open palm and a closed fist.
