Sands in the Hour Glass

Peter Donnelly of New Zealand arrives to beaches with a stick and a rake. In the morning, when the tide is out he begins designing intricate patterns in the sand and works on his creation for a few hours. Eventually, the tide comes in and all his art and labor disappears, only to be recreated in a new style the next time out.

There's something beautiful about this. It makes me want to write elaborate stories in chalk along city streets early in the morning, only to see a day of traffic wipe it out and smear it into oblivion.

Nothing lasts. Everything is temporary. Life is the miraculous moment while we have it.