Routine

On a windy day a walk along the shoreline separates me from my normal routine. I become
immersed in a different world, one in which time is measured, not by a clock, but by other things.
The cadence of waves, grains of sand slipping through fingers, the measured beats of a gull's
wings all attune me to the present and yet also lead me to reflect that this is the way things actually are and the way they have been since the very beginning.