Inspiration

I am inspired tonight to write about life from the perspective of the beach at night. Over the next several paragraphs, I will let this inspiration and this picture guide me as one thought will lead to another. I have grown to enjoy this exercise of just writing and letting what spills out spill out. It is not important where I land; instead, it is the process that is of utmost importance right now.

Here I go...

Two Chairs

There is a point where water and land meet. Who introduces whom will never be determined. Is it land that welcomes water, or is it water that overcomes land? Is it even important?

Water madly rushes onto land only to retreat back to water, but today, in retreat, it bumps into two chairs, seemingly out of place. Two chairs on a beach is not so odd. Their placement is not in water nor are they on land, but at the point where water and land meet. Where water receding meets water repeating, and, there they are... two, not three or four, but two chairs.

This point of conjuncture, two chairs, water and land, is joined at the end of the day by the setting sun and the increasing clouds. A simple picture before now becomes more complex, as other elements - the sun, the clouds and the two chairs - join, adding to the beauty present. These two chairs, seemingly out of place at first, now fit. They have a purpose in this stew of creation, but that purpose is still hidden.

The two chairs sit at peculiar points and at odd angles; they neither face the water nor the land. They are open to what comes; open to water retreating from land; open to sun sinking into horizon, and open to clouds rising into darkening sky. Is it here in the midst of this commotion of creation where we find serenity? Is this peace and tranquility the way it was suppose to be?

What is about the beach that brings to mind this idea of serenity? Is it the water and waves? Maybe, it is the sun and heat or the clouds and wind? Is it the dark sky and stars? I think it is not one over the other but all of them together. This is a place where all of creation come together in one big commotion, and it is a point that will not be harnessed by man. This is serenity to me. A place where time slows and life spills out as it is meant to spill and man's control is harnessed. A place where two chairs can become part of a commotion of creation, at least for a little while.