I cast a stone upon the beach, among the many and now out of reach. A walk to clear my mind and thoughts, just staring and looking for what-nots. Time erodes so slowly here, a place where daunting visions may appear. Grains of sand run through my hand and blow in the wind they must, like minute fairy dust. Bring me home my pleasant servant and grace myself by being observant. For time is lost and can’t be purchased at any cost. Embed in my mind this moment in time. ~Pat Timm