They were up at 6 a.m., in the cold and the rain, getting sand in shoes and on pants and up shirts and everywhere in between.
They dug, they poured, they stomped, they carved, they blew through straws, they patted, they sprayed.
It was team work in adverse conditions.
Nobody got paid. Nobody won anything of value.
And when it was all said and done, six hours of work went out with the tide.
That's building sand castles for you.
You don't do it for money. You don't do it to make a permanent mark on the world. You don't do it because there's nothing better to do at 6 a.m.
You do it for love. And for fun. And to say you did it. And because things don't have to be permanent to be beautiful.
Like a sunset.
Like a rainbow.
Like a kiss.
Like a finished load of laundry.
Like a freshly ironed shirt.
Like a newly finished book.
Like a well-spent day.
Like life.
2 comments:
Very insightful. I think these temporary beauties can leave permanent impressions.
Those sculptures are amazing! Cool metaphor.
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