We trek to our favorite beach over and over. There is a pleasant sameness… peaceful familiarity. Yet each time, it is different when we arrive. The waves never quite the same, the wind, the few other humans, different groupings of birds, the clouds, the sun in the sky… always a little different.
The pleasant sameness, seeded with a few interesting twists.
Then, as we enjoy our beach, the sameness mesmerizes… just a slightly altered reality of previous days. The sight, the sounds locked in, repeating, repeating, repeating… calming the mind and body. Perception becomes enhanced. The perfect place to read a book and retain it all. Or look out and watch the small variations occurring all around us. Watching the birds moving, boats on the horizon, the waves changing just a little bit, the wind blowing the sand, the clouds moving, the sun setting.
Not a hectic city scene. But not a white blank page. A perfect painting, but one always evolving, slowly changing. The world slowing down.
