I was early so I waited at the designated spot to watch her arrive. When she does, our greeting is hushed. She has come from a distant shore. We are both indifferent to where that is. She is here and that’s all that matters to me, and her. 
She scatters gifts at my feet.
I walk alongside her. Her generosity knows no bounds.
Soon I’m walking on a welcome carpet.
I am alone with seagulls, and pelican. The pelican reads the tides like a book, scanning it from left to right. I enjoy a moment of stillness, watching him, watching tides.
At her side I am learning. Look for small things. They bring joy.
I bend down and start collecting the smallest shells and pebbles I can find, some the size of rice. At home I bring out a small glass jar, and despite the handfuls I collected, they barely fill an inch. The jar is hope and the void is one I will fill, one day.
Lost in thought, I find joy in symmetry.
I look for pebbles that have melded and find them, marble like. How long did this process take? I will never know. I’m loving the mystery she brings to me.
I find hearts of stone in softest sand and hold them in my hand. They beat, alive.
I’m so tempted to run my fingers through this landscape, but leave it like I found it. And, that’s the lesson I learnt that morning.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Tuesday : Pupil
A Shared Space 
Beautiful photos, Dawn!
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