Beauty and the Beach

The beach shimmers beneath my feet and the glow creeps between my toes as the sand is lifted by the tide and climbs the fleshy canyon walls to the world above from the valley below. I stand and watch the Earth reshape itself every couple seconds, minute after minute, hour after hour, but it still continues to shine in radiant life with explosion after explosion of bright blue and green destruction. Every pull of the hungry tide takes what once was into the smooth and cool blue, from the textural, violent world, and into the calm and gentle, as all is started anew. All to the tune of a calm wave’s breath and the high pitched piercing hum of chaos and creation coming to terms with one another and itself. Her mind is made, and then it is made again. She is never content, she takes what was and then starts it all over again- Until she is done with creation and all that is left is destruction- Until the blues and greens of sandy brilliance and whatever life made this land its home is lost beneath tons of impatience.