evolution revolution revelation.

...i find myself on re-run here in the sand...something shiny something smooth...
something weathered---all the years spent growing up through my parents' viewfinder. the clip is the same...running on loop, deconstruct frame by frame now...
...you are not the wiry girl, wind-crazed hair, sunkissed and sanded---
searching sifting the beach through a filter of fingers and palms...
you didn't think you were still looking did you?
...well you are--go ahead...zoom in and see for yourself.
capture her in clip.
something shiny something smooth something tangible to take into her small hands. grasp the gravity, the enormous sense of this moment with something so simple...just for a moment the tactile transcends ethereal...fingertips brushing away the elements...a history, an hourglass reduced to its grains...

exist evolve erode repeat.

something shiny something smooth something weathered...seashell in hand----the young girl smiles...the knowledge of this eternal awe on the tip of her tongue and a spark in her eye...