Something wasn’t right with yesterday’s blog entry, yet I couldn’t put my finger on it. The superlatives were all there, the white sands and the turquoise sea, but reading it back I didn’t seem to give it the sense of what I felt when we were there.
However, it came to me about 3am this morning (as usual I was awake and thinking….), that the footprints in the sand looked like an intrusion as if they shouldn’t have been there. I was picturing it after the high tide at night when everyone had left, the cove would once again be pristine, cleaned of any footprints. What a wonderful sight that must be. And yet this wonder happens twice a day.