This morning Amy and I sat on a log at Mile Rock Beach and watched the waves crash against the coast for a long time.
The air was crisp and clear--the lighthouse at Point Bonita gleamed white across the water.
The sun warmed our backs, the winter chill still filled the shadows.
A handful of people wandered by, posed for photos, and wandered off again, but most of the time it was empty and peaceful.
But it wasn't quiet. The waves thundered ashore, and occasionally one hit so hard that we felt the earth shudder.
And as each wave rolled back out, it dragged along hundreds and hundreds of small stones, which rattled and clattered against each other, over and over again.
I've been to that spot so many times, and each and every time it makes me feel so alive.
The day will come when I won't be able to walk down those steep steps, but I'll remember.
A little while and you will be nobody and nowhere, nor will anything which you now behold exist, nor one of those who are now alive. Nature's law is that all things change and turn, and pass away, so that in due order different things may come to be. ~Marcus Aurelius
I will miss this life so much--an absurd thought, but no less true.
I am so very thankful for it.