Sand

Specks of sand intertwine with organic minerals washing onto the shore. Beautifully soft, grain by hourglass grain onto the earth and land. White birds in flight across the magnificent landscape we call the sky. A young girl chasing and escaping the touches of the tides approaching and receding. Summer ran over to her parents, and sat on her mother’s lap.

With Summer in her arms, she picked up a stick and began to draw in the sand.

She drew the letters of L, with O, then V, and E in capital stance in the sand.

"Love," her father said examining.

"Oh, but there's more to it"

She dragged the stick across the sand. Connecting the tip of the L to the left tip of the V. Drawing an under curve U from the left bottom of the L to the right base of the E. Finally connecting the right tip of the V to the right tip of the E.

"It's a whale"

"Pretty cool huh?" her mother asked. "The love whale."