Untitled - June 4, 2000 Many years from now, I shall walk again across this sandy beach. And hear the sighing of the trees as they rustle in the wind to brush against my hand. I shall feel again the power of the waves battling against the sand, to marvel at the quiet strength of nature in the wild autumn winds. Someday when I am tired, I will want to remember my days with the beach. Wanting to retrace steps impressed upon the shifting sands of so many years ago.