It crashes up against the grains
of life, picking them up and tumbling them around, shaping the shores of our
stories. Sometimes we are on the beach, letting the water sweep over us as the sun
makes us sparkle as it sets. Sometimes we are the unfortunate specs that get
tossed into the stagnant depths, where it is dark and cold, and the only
movement we see is the slight swaying of the seaweeds.
