Destinations

  The sand drains from between my fingers, back down into the beach from which it came, the beach that stretches out beyond the horizon in front of me. As endless as the ocean it borders, this beach defines the destination that it forms a path to. The walk, though seemingly endless, was more relaxing than anything I've done in a long time. The sand has been soft and cool under my feet, and the moon lit water rolls gently up the sand, always a few feet away from where I walk. So peaceful has it been, that more than once I've considered stopping here, on the coast, and foregoing the rest of my trip.
  Of course, I keep walking. The promise of my destination is much too precious to just let it slip away like the sand that slips between my fingers. The thought of it calls to something inside me, in a way that few things ever have. Having let those things slip away, I've sworn not to let this go, too.
  As the moon is swallowed by the ocean, I realize it's time for me to make my way up into the trees that grow along the beach, and to then rest for the day...