The waters of the Atlantic receded exposing a large expansive sandbar for a few hours and in their wake left intricate designs. Some were sculptured mounds like the dunes in a Saharan desert landscape, others were like the gentle East Asian brush strokes of a traditional Sumi-e landscape of jagged mountains and deep valleys. I saw the ragged life lines of an EKG strip chart, the delicate swirls of a master pastry chef's icing, "painted" schools of gape-mouthed fish, and even a heart etched in the sands revealed as the waters ebbed.
I indulged my "cloud-spotting" imagination as I looked down at the soft sand, brushed by the late day light, and delighted in the graphic designs divinely crafted for whomever would notice and admire. I invite you to step into my wet footprints on this stretch of "fresh" shoreline and engage your imagination to see what you see in the wake of the receding ripples.