Alive between Land and Sea

I still have a slight cold in my body and took an easy stroll along Sandy Bay this morning.

The air is cool from the rain of yesterday. All is clean and crisp. Birds are out and about in the gentle breeze. Black messenger birds like crows gathering on a stone.

I am breathing. I am alive.  I live between the pounding sea and the sweet watered land.

A beautiful tree, with deep roots drinking fresh water, growing well at the boundary to the salty ocean. 

The grinding relentless waves, softly brutal only a few steps away.

I feel like a flower between the rocks and the sea. 

A flower growing between the broken shells. Alive out of broken pieces.