Sometimes I jog on the concrete path. Today I jogged near the water. Each step is met with a bit of uncertainty, which makes the workout more challenging. I like seeing the arcs of smooth sand where the foam has kissed the land. Some arcs never change, as the waves enjoy their routine, back and forth landing always in the same spot. Other waves dare to reach a bit farther up the shore before returning to the ocean. There is a crash. A proclamation of an idea to be shared. The sound settles as the white bubbles approach, ready to make an announcement. Sometimes, the decisions just fold back into themselves as the waters recede. A reluctant ripple. Other times, well, they make waves.
I enjoy watching the sliding stretches of wet clear the slates over and over. I’ll notice fresh tread marks that have paved the way; you know the sand has settled. But I more enjoy the landing on fresh smooth clear slates, leaving my own impression on the world.