So today I let the stones at the beach do the talking.  And the sand flies and the waves and the crows and the rain rain rain.  There may not be many people who can recognize the deep comfort of sitting beneath a huge umbrella on an abandoned beach, warm and dry, covered with blankets, watching the gray descend, the rain endlessly soothing my restless soul.

The rocks said: be polished, be smooth, let the rain, sand, stones, salt water tears simply wash you soft.  When it rains, it just rains.  When my hard edges are knocked off, Nature is the sublime sculptor who cuts and rubs me into a new shape.

Oh that I can always let Nature have her Way with me.