Most days I walk along the beach, its usually the same beach, however, everyday is different. Some days the tide out and the waves are flat Some days the tide is up and the waves are threatening to break on me Some days it’s hot and sunny Some days it’s rainy and cold Some days there is driftwood or stinging jellyfish or rubbish washed up on the shore. Some days there’s lots of people and lots of footprints Some days not so many Everyday is different and in that difference that’s where beauty lives, some days it’s hard to find but if you look without indifference it will certainly be found.