Sitting here thinking of memories that have been lost on old beaches
Places from Santa Cruz, to the very edges of the South China Sea.
It all comes back, like old postmarks of who I was and where I have been.
No matter what distant shores I have walked upon I was never afraid of losing my footprints back to that sea.
I ventured out and touched those beaches without any thoughts of regret.
I knew only that moment and worried little beyond any distant horizons. I learned to live in the now. I learned to enjoy the beaches and let life come as it may. |