The Color of Nothing
I forgot how much I love the beach. As luck would have it, we became reacquainted recently. Five days of warm sun and beautiful sky and sandgasms. Most mornings it was easy to just be quietly in the moment -- me, a bunch of gulls and a runner or two. Oh, and one special day there was an enormous guy in a Speedo. I think he might be what they mean when they say that certain things can't be unseen. But I digress. I discovered some incredibly amazing white shells. I don't remember ever seeing these before; so perfect, pure and brilliantly white. I'm sure they were here last year when I stood on this same shore, in this same spot, watching these same waves spill onto the beach. Funny how you just don’t see some things until you are ready to see them. This is true of shells and other things. Our feelings can blind us in relationships, especially the most intimate ones. We see only what we want t...