a little boy sat on the fine sandy beach.. only wearing a pair of shorts. his hands dirtied digging into the sand before him. The glorious white beach stretched from end to end.. beautiful... void.. empty.. but beautiful. Sun shining down at mid day.. its rays roasting the sand with all its glory. still.. the little boy sat there.. piling sand.
daddy sits a distance behind. watchful eyes never left him.. smiling to himself proud of his son. but he just sits there. watching his beloved son.
sand on sand, layer after layer. what seems like a mud pile slowly fed on the little boy's ambition and imagination. castle walls.. drawn bridge.. towers and tunnels. the little boy smiled to himself. On top of the world is he.
Mid day over.. the raging sun began to fall.. a film of yellow on everything he sees. the castle is almost complete.. magnificent and grand to his eyes. His dirty hands are tired.. eyes yawned teary. The tide is coming in. He knows.. it slowly creeps closer.. and closer.
Daddy knows too.. he knows all too well.. but he sits there. Smiling proud. watching his son.
The little boy sat before his creation.. he slowly understood inevitability. He sat staring as the waves sweep in and out. slowly consuming his castle till there's nothing left. He understood that it was never meant to be.
Now he stood staring at where he's castle once stood.. now all that's left is an empty space. he turned around and looked at his father. Daddy stood up in the setting sun with arms tucked to his side. still smiling. He knew his son learned something precious today that he couldn't learned any other way. The little boy stood up and ran to his father.. shook the sand off his feet and grabbed on to his hands.
It is time to go home. Home to somewhere firm and forever.
