2006-07-27 - 5:16 p.m.

if the pathways of god are mysterious, the ones i take here on earth are no less incomprehensible

the wet sand by the water's edge reflects the sunset in broad patches. up and down the beach, stranded jellyfish catch the light like heavy glass.

later, the wind will ripple through the salty green marsh grass and free the fine white sand trapped between the pages of my paperback.