Contrapuntal Wading

I've never wanted so badly to take off my shoes and find that running far far far would lead me to a cave that would, in turn, lead to a beach.

Lately, music has taken a wonderful turn.  For the first time, i feel a wonderful counterpoint. You walk in the darkness and on the other side are the hues of the day and the tiny crystals in the wet sand.  You turn around the corner of a cliff, and the sun beams in on you as you jump into precarious waters.

In the end, I run my fingers through wet sand----feel water pass through my toes.