Sunday, June 7, 2015
An Ending Chased by Hindsight
It ends. As all things do. The awareness of its approach is bittersweet. It happened yet it can't continue. The place still exists but all you have are the memories. They'll remain intact for as long as you can recall them. Life's moments: some good, some bad, some funny, some disappointing. It's up to each of us what we do with our time. Until the moment we can return to the place of serenity and beauty our memory's eye must keep it alive. Hindsight working overtime. The waves crash. The water laps. The rocks grind down to sand. The beach erodes. The grass blows gently in the breeze. The sun warms all it touches. Either by driving away or by death, everyone must eventually leave their interlude in paradise. The melancholy will fade. Until next time.