The beach is where I lose myself and find myself.

So beautiful it’s indescribable.
All the shades of blue,
Water shimmering like it’s topped with diamonds.
Birds and people and planes.
I’m alone yet not alone.

I add my footsteps to the sand,
Connecting my experience to others
that have come before me.
My old friend who made footprints with me.
You are gone but with me today.
We don’t get to make footprints together at 50.

The waves are crashing into my thoughts,
Reminding me that life endures.
And one day I too will be like a broken shell.
Part of something bigger,
Inconsequential alone,
but together with all the other broken shells
making a masterpiece.