First morning at the beach yesterday. Up early. Down by the seaside with my daughter. The sun had been up for some time by the time we got there. But, the sky was a skim milk shade of pale-blue-gray that changed little from dawn to dusk. We were beachcombing, looking for seashells, seaglass and such. I kept wondering if we were focusing too narrowly on the stretch of shore immediately at our feet; too intent on laying claim to some small treasure, when I noticed a jogger pointing out to sea. I looked up and there were several dolphins swimming along beyond the breakers. They were as close to the beach as I'd ever seen them and we even got to see one leap almost completely out of the water! Spending time near the ocean always makes appreciate how familiar it is: familiar sights, and sounds and smells. And, how utterly unsearchable it is at the same time: in depth, span and all the life hidden within it. I'm thinking there are a lot of things in life like this: childhood, friendship, religion... Perhaps even God? - Well, up-and-at-'em early again this morning, sitting out on the balcony 18 stories up, watching the world and the Atlantic and Myrtle Beach wake up.
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