I walk past the vast ocean. The salty breeze blowing across my face. All my thoughts have decided to abandon me. The space around me is uninhibited, no people, uninhabited. I am alone, walking on the beach. I see a white horse galloping on the shore, the sound of the hooves drowned by the lapping waves of the ocean. The image of the horse growing distant every second, until it becomes a mere speck and finally disappears.

I am really alone now, I can see birds swooping in the distance, to pick up their dinner, to feast on the choicest of fish. As the dusk settles in, they cry to each other, flock and begin to leave the mighty ocean.

The quiet that settles like a blanket, frightens me. The tentacles of darkness growing longer and engulfing me.  I sit, feeling squirmish. There is no light on the beach. Not a soul. It's completely dark now. I can only hear the 'swoosh' of the ocean but can't see it.  I sit by it, my fears deserting me very slowly. I now feel...enchanted.

Time passes, I cannot look at my watch. A shimmer of light appears. It's a silver streak appearing slowly above me. I look up to see the moon springing from nowhere.The waves are outlined by the same silver streaks. It begins to appear as though the waves are dancing. The silver streaks going up and down against the black sky. Each wave has it's own rhythm, it's own pattern. They do their dance gently and die down. They die down, cease to exist after that point.

There is no sign of the previous wave. It's very presence is washed away by it's successor. But when it was alive, it danced in all valor and died ever so quietly. My toes fidget as I feel the sand between my toes. It causes me to mull over something. 

Isn't this the dance of life? What remained at the end of it all? Whatever life is between birth and death, let's do a gentle jig with it, enjoy the breeze around us, live and let live. The moon will come into our lives, to bathe us with it's cool light, tofeel the beauty of life permeating in our every cell. We begin to glow. Our dance appears most enchanting, enigmatic. We realize the beauty of life.

Finally when we leave, let us do so silently, leaving no footprints behind..just as the waves did..