By the Beach


10/01. I don’t know why I love water so much.  It’s murky, cold, and I always get sand in my pants. But for whatever reason I’m always drawn in, looking out to the horizon imagining what might also be looking back in my direction.  The vastness is overwhelming.  I feel anxious by how small and insignificant I am compared to the miles of ocean which could envelop me without a second thought. At the same time, I feel secure.  The insignificance I feel reminds me that there’s too much in this life for me to be able to understand in full.  I am humbled and willing to accept that smallness as a sign that something greater is in control. I’m most prayerful by the water. Most happy.  Most in awe as the sun peers out from behind the horizon at 6:58 am every morning without fail. For such an expected, trivial routine, it doesn’t have to be as beautiful as it is.  Most people choose to sleep in or commute to work without paying attention to it.  But it’s there. Every morning. For the three girls on the beach who decided to wake up to see it.
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