You wake at dusk, watch pinks and lavenders stretch themselves across the horizon, see the sun rise in the break of the wave. Drift across the coastline like pelicans on the breeze, taking it all in, letting it all sink to the bottom of your chest, it sits there peacefully.
At the arboretum, you arrive just in time to watch a goat be born, the timing seems impossible and you wonder at wonder, at winks from the Universe. The new hotel overlooks the ocean, too, the afternoon sun turns the dunes into long fingers, stretching into the sea, the palmettos a particular shape of gold. You wish you had more time, always more time, you want to see the whole world and only wonder how you can do that and still have a dining room with your grandmother's china.
The world does not reveal itself to you.
The answers lie hidden like grains in the sand.
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