The sounds of waves crashing, the smell of the salty seawater, and the sensation of the brisk breeze against my face. These are the things I love most about the beach.  When I am at the beach, it feels as though time is stopped, and that all the stresses in life are meaningless.

     It’s almost sunset now. A light fog is setting over the horizon, the sky is turning to a brilliant orange, and the solo of a small bird still rings. Its almost the time for the world to go to sleep.

     The waves are getting a little bigger now, and slowly the sand is beginning to disappear. All the writing in the sound from the unknown poet will soon be gone, and all the footprints from a busy day will be washed away.

     I’ve often wondered about these writings in the sand. When somebody declares their love in the sand, does it just disappear, forever forgotten? Or, is it washed away, immortalized in the ocean’s great depth? I believe that that is where they go because these writings in the sand are a feeling and feelings cannot be forgotten. But, more or less, tomorrow will bring another tide, and reveal a brand new canvas for sand poets to leave a piece of their soul.

Copyright @ 2001 Anthony Hernandez