"One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star." ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton
Distant time. You would not see this specific scene in summer. No wind swept empty beaches. No bundled children atop plodding horses. No empty fishing pier or cold frothy waves finding not bathing bodies but simply the shore.
Distant space. Specks against the beach and ocean... they are dark, bobbing slowly up and down. Horses and humans... that is for sure but at this distance are they young or old, are the jackets plaid or plain, are they laughing or simply staring off into the distance.
But, even at this distance.. somehow I know they are having fun... I would be. It is one of many fantasies I have that will not ever be... to own horses and have a deserted beach on which to ride with the wind at my heart's content. Not practical or possible, but a dream nevertheless.
Carmi's theme this week has been "distant" and with the crashing surf of our Atlantic Ocean... Watery Wednesday comes to mind.
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