Monday, February 11, 2013

Peaceful Gray

Taking a trip to the ocean is good for the soul, especially one feeling a little battered and bruised.  The cool breeze that blows away cobwebs, the cleansing mist, the crash of the waves that muffles the worry in your head and settles your heart to its natural beat.
 
 
 
And then there are the rocks. The massive edifices that I remember from childhood and still stand unmoved through all of the storms, wind, and rain. Of course, not even massive rocks are impervious to the battering the receive. And, if I compared photos I'm sure I'd see the changes, the whittling away of a side, the slow opening of an archway, the carving where the wind has spiraled over and over. It makes them more interesting and more appealing, those scars that speak of strength and perseverance.





1 comment:

  1. Great memories, one generation after another ...

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