The shore offered no signs of life. Waves were splashing onto a deserted beach while a few sea gulls looked for tidbits washed up by the tide. The ocean lay vast and mysterious before me. The lonely sound of the gulls and the breaking of the waves on the shore blended with the sound of silence.
Before me was a peaceful scene, a lonely scene. As quickly as a wave touches shore then returns to the sea is one’s life, a moment in time, then gone like a firefly at dawn.
In a moment, as a wave upon the shore, is the length of a lifetime.