The frothing wave retreated back to the ocean, leaving its foaming bubbles behind. The water was clear like glass as it glided over the sand, falling back into the unsearchable deep. And a new wave came in, and it went out, and I sat, and I watched the sea and the shore and the sky. The day passed, and the night came; the night passed, and the day came.
All of the world is drawing in; all the world is spreading out.
The waves hit the sand, and the waves return to the deep. Over it all, the heavens remain.