The tide is rising and
preparations must be made. The plastic ball that was safe and secure hours ago
now floats away into an ocean of uncertainty. Its course is unknown; Its
journey mapped out by the winds. The tides have erased the sand castles, the
footprints, the hopes and the dreams. This is what happens, yet most of us fail
to understand why. Soon, the tides will recede however and we will be beach side
again with our hopeless hopes and a new bucket of unrealized dreams.
