Sands of time.

Standing time. Her feet, at the bidding of her mind. She caught my eye as I stood still. She, stood too. It was the sea in her eye.

A push out wave gurgled as it caressed in-between toes. Curling curiosity laughed out loud.  Her beginning in sand.

The beginning. Unnamed. Free. Hands of mother and mother’s mother full of sand. She lived the next moment of her life. 

She came to be. In a push pull wave, footprints forming and unforming. Creativity in motion. Nameless.

She scampered, a swashbuckle uprush wave.

Magical.

Photo by Su Ormerod