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.