I love how the wind touches, and reshapes the sand. Sometimes, gale forces create deep and rolling dunes. At other times, a breeze just “whispers” and gently forms a new and infinitely intricate texture…one tiny grain of sand at a time.
The beach is patient and graceful, accepting of the changes that can occur, moment by moment. The process of aging touches us all, deepening the “wisdom” lines…proof positive of acquired life experience.
Grace, it’s the very best response, and the one that nurtures the life-enriching attitude of thankfulness.
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