How soon will sea and summer breeze
erase footprints in the sand?
This stretch of beach, flanked by ever moving dunes and sea, was all ours in the lingering late evening heat.
We walked, barefoot, pausing often to observe the ever-dancing light on water cast by the slow-setting sun.
Here, on this north west England coast, is where Jean Sprackland spent a year gathering inspiration for her beautiful, award-winning book, Strands: A Year of Discoveries on the Beach. Here is where my younger self spent long ago summers with my parents and brothers.
Will we see remnants from the Star of Hope? What about mermaid’s purse? Not on this occasion, but there are plenty of footprints and curious sea treasures strewn across the tide rippled shore.
How soon will sea and summer breeze erase footprints in the sand?
I meditate on this sense of transience: the ever turning tides of life. It would be all too easy to become caught up in what is past and what is yet to come, but I hold steady in this rare breeze. That is all we can do when sailing into the unknown.
Soon, it’s time to go, but not before dancing to the song of the sea and setting sun.
This life is so miraculous. My heart is filled with gratitude for every blissful moment.