The tide comes and recedes, leaving smooth sand where there were once coarse lines etched into ground.
“What angels invented these splendid ornaments, these rich conveniences, this ocean of air above, this ocean of water beneath, this firmament of earth between?” –Nature Emerson, 1836
Even stone faces cry in the rain.
“Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child.” –Nature, Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1836
“So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat. Try on your wings and find out where it’s at,” – Golden Road by the Grateful Dead 1967