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.