Footprints in the Sand
Each morning alone on the beach, not thinking about how far I might walk, I look back over my shoulder to see my footprint trail in the sand. At water’s edge spent waves rippled menacingly close to my footprints, a scene becomes instantly symbiotic. People known to me are like those footprints. They’re also vulnerable and then vanish thanks to nature’s ultimate power to dismiss.
All footprints lack permanence, so awareness of this causes my wonder about folks thinking they can make indestructible footprints on the path of life’s journey. Why is it they won’t, or perhaps can’t, grasp the fact we’re ultimately destined to become very small particles wafting in breezes moving in all directions including above beaches where down below footprints always disappear.