In the early morning at Coast Guard or Nauset, I see “time”.   It is an addictive force, that makes one question all the minutia that goes on.  It pulls me there every morning.

For me it became clear.  “Time” is right there … the tide’s relentless march in and out, moving sand, creating and destroying, all at the same time.  Where the ocean meets the dune and bluff, forever working.  I have stood right at the edge where the low or the high tide mark is and then watched it turn, then without missing a beat, as it has done forever, it starts moving, inch by inch.

There is another place where “time” is clearly represented, it is the other extreme.  High in the mountains, time is in the rock, the streams and the trees.   You stand there and cannot be moved.

Mother Nature always wins.