Staring Into Myself

How often does one get this opportunity to stare into oneself?

I get to do that every time I go to a beach.
As that's where I find the perfect replica of me.

The Infinite expanse that it possesses.
The acceptance of the smallness of a human.
The Opportunities that lie beyond the horizon.
The moving ship .. the vehicle of life.
The obstacles that are the cloud.
The winds that blow them away.

I can feel the winds of change.
The passage of time.
The good and the bad.

Standing alone.
There.
I stare into myself.