Just another day at the beach.
The boy & girl can repeat it like a Mantra.
You can go to the beach ... but it will never be the same. It's like a canvas that is continually erasing itself. Kind of like the philosophical Idea of never crossing the same river twice (Heraclitus I think from my c- effort @ philosophy).
The difference being ... there are no real rivers by where I live ... and this is tangible. I can touch it. I can taste it. And if it's really good and I get into mischief it can drain out of my sinus's when I bend over to tie my shoes.
Tuesday, February 26
