Sands of Time

When I stand on the shore, everything makes sense. I am forced into the now. All of my senses are being utilized as nature intended. I experience comfort. My fear of death fades away. The air smells refreshing, salty. The wet sand under my feet and the wind at my face feels just right. I can see eternity. I am temporary and that is ok. This world is fascinating, captivating, Nature provides. My mind goes blank as I peer into eternity. My soul no longer aches. I admire nature’s beauty. I feel no illness. No worries. No sorrow For a moment, I let the rest of the world worry about itself, selfishly. I am home. As the sun sets, reality checks in. Time to go. Time... Where does it go? Sometimes I miss the good times. Well, I have run out of time. I must go now.