The waves, in particular, would like to wish you a good morning, a good day, a good evening and good night. And they would like to remind you that while you’re out and about, while you’re busily checking off your to-do list, having meetings, scheduling conference calls, picking up dry cleaning, and fretting about the overage charges on your mobile phone bill, they will be here. Waving, in an endless dance, blurring and re-blurring the line between sand and ocean. And they’ll be here, you know, when you’re done, or if you’re tired and want to sit and chat for a bit, about time, and the passing of it, and what the serpent biting its own tail really means. They also can’t believe how much you’re paying for your cell service, and really think you ought to look into pre-paid.
Recycled anchovies going splat on your car. Nay! Birdies.