Love Come Rescue

This thing of beauty appeared on a beach a couple of New Years ago, and I've been gazing at it ever since. Tide swills in, and out again, leaving tiny feathery fibres meshed perfectly together and clinging firmly to grains of sand. Why is it so astounding? Maybe it's because when I think about the ocean, and think about this tiny, delicate object, it is ridiculous to assume something like a feather would hold its ground in such a picture of serenity against ferocious, turbulent, winter surf. But it held, and so might we, and be more beautiful for it.

I think this is the art of being still, contemplatively speaking.

{Today's Soundtrack: Athlete - Black Swan}