The sands of time

The sand was cold on my feet as I walked by the light of a full moon, stars showed brightly in the December sky as the sound of waves crashed lightly on the shore. As I looked west I smiled at the colored lights and artificial trees that adorned condo balconies hearing the clanking of glasses as some welcomed in the holiday spirit.

As I walked, my thoughts went back to a time when Christmas meant shoveling snow on the front walk so guests wouldn’t slip and fall.I recall When a fire burned in the fireplace and the smell of pine mixed with the other holiday scents. Now I inhale a deep breath of the sea and let the smell of the ocean relax and comfort me on my walk.

Up ahead of me I see two young lovers holding hands as they spend their holiday promising eternity with each other letting the full moon light their way and their hearts. For some reason I thought him to be a soldier home on leave and their time together limited as he must return to duty all too soon.It took me back once more when it was me home on leave and walking in the park on a cold December night with the one I thought I would spend eternity.

My walk was nearing its end as I stooped to pick up a piece of sea glass that had been illuminated by the moonlight. It was aqua in color and smooth to the touch. A gift to the new king, I thought as I put it in my pocket and wished the world a happy holiday. So many memories, both old and new, with each step I took on the cold sands of time.

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