A marvel millions of years in the making.

Where the womb of Earth chaotically meets the surface.

Under a clear blue sky, an expanse of bliss -

But beneath gray rolling clouds, an endless enigma.

The easiest world to get lost in

is one where everything can be found.

One can only build a sand castle where the sand is wet.

But where the sand is wet, the tide comes.

Will it gently lick at your foundations until you give in?

Or will a sudden wave send you crashing down in the blink of an eye?

Either way the outcome is the same.

Yet we still build sand castles.

I stand where the foam wraps around my ankles.

Where my toes squish into the sand.

The salty air is therapeutic.

The breeze is gentle, yet powerful.

I sink my toes into the ultimate boundary line, tempted by the foamy tendrils.

Turn back, and I abandon my peace to erode at the shore.

Drift forward, and I return to Earth forevermore.