A seasoned tenderness

Sunday, January 1

Sometimes it's just great to breakaway from the hustle bustle of people and cars and loud noises, and escape to quiet waves and distant sounds of children laughing, surrounded by rocks boasting years of history. Rough surfaces they have, rocks, but yet there's a certain tenderness about them. As one looks closely, one will find little cobweb like things and even soft flowers sprouting from the seasoned golden surfaces. And it's so beautiful, so peaceful.