Reflections in the Sand
There is a beach in Northern California that I remember vividly from my youth. Out of the many beaches that I had the opportunity to enjoy, this one stands as my favorite. The beach has been historically referred to as "The Dumps." As you approach, you see a tall cliff side, from which you can stand and take in the serenity of the beach below. Fully taking it in, you will find it hard to believe that you are standing on the very spot of the old Fort Bragg landfill. The place where this town once jettisoned its trash, has gone from an eyesore into a beach unlike any other. As I walk along the beach below, pieces of glass sliding between my toes with each step, I cannot help but think to the shaping power of the sea, slowly and ever methodically, sanding the rough edges of these pieces of worthless glass. Though each stroke of its sculpting brush may seem insignificant, the result that it produces is clearly evident. ...