alive

The seashore is alive;
Windswept and gray.
At first glance it seems deserted but the air rings with the voice of the gulls.
Tiny crabs scurry for cover.
Star fish glisten at the waters edge and ducks bob on the surf.
A thousand clams lie hidden.
The wind draws us out, out toward the undulating shoreline; where foam wavers and I think of Hans Christian Andersen's Little Mermaid; forever foam upon the sea; the price she paid for loving.
It doesn't seem such a sad fate to me today.
To ride the ocean currents under the great dome of sky.
Forever free.