As I wandered one day along a shingled stretch of beach, these words came to mind:
“Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town”
“The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands”
The scene is based loosely on crescent beach, in Whiterock, British Columbia and the words, I discovered later, came from a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Although I’d almost forgotten ever having read this piece, the experience of the moment pulled from my subconscious these few fragmented words, and the brilliant, timeless image they convey. . |
