Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   You know when you go to the beach and you draw or write something on the sand,it’s fun to see what other people write. Sometimes it is something crude yes,but most of the time it’s sweet. Groups of friends leaving their mark or just two people in love,sharing a moment with the world around them. I love finding those,they make me happy. It’s sweet.    When you think about,it is sad how in the end,it is all swept away,taken,reclaimed by the ocean. The waves wash it all,they wipe the slate clean. The sand is cleared up for the new writers and artists to come and leave their mark. Just for that day they can claim this land of ocean and sand as their own,but come new day and there will be no trace of them ever being there. There is a certain beauty in it. Beauty and sadness. Like the mark we leave on the beach,we as people,leave a mark with our lives,with those we are with and on those around us. However,it is sad that no matter how big or beautiful that mark is,the m...

   Floating,flowing. Amber and green,blue and yellow. Euphoria. Music flows and flies past me. Suspended in time. Suspended in the moment. I see it. I am there. I feel it under my feet. Lift off. Past the stars and into the night. Past the people and on stage with the stars. Energy. Waves. Ebb and flow of time and feeling. Happiness.Freedom. Nostalgia and memories. They don´t know but they understand. They don´t understand but they been there themselves. One.United. A morphing organism. Moving and flowing,ever changing.    Summer. Sun,sea and rock´n´roll. Freshly cut grass,weeds and flowers. Fields and birds. Freedom and memories. Youth,smiles and laughter. Lie in the dark and watch the stars,shining bright above. So far from us but looking over us,always. Poetic,magnetic. Enchanting,enchanted. Magic.    Sweetest melody. Crunch and crackle. Pure white. Heaven. So much beauty in the tiniest things. Childhood. Freedom. Play time,fun times. Friends and fa...