I love it here.
We look at the animal and bird tracks left behind and try to imagine what was there, a beaver, a coyote, a hermit crab, hungry seagulls? The tiny and medium prints left behind tell a story as do ours. Sometimes side by side, other times apart as we are distracted and wander interested in some type of object, or they disappear where we’ve journeyed toward the surf and into the waves.
Life is like that only we don’t notice the tracks we’re leaving behind. They are mostly invisible but some shine like the sun. Those moments when we took time to be kind to others, did an unselfish act, gave encouragement to a hurting person. Every single day we have a choice about what type of tracks we leave behind.
Also published on Medium.