rehearsing life!

I quietly mused at the figure of the beach-watcher, he stood in the soft-sand stone-still, as if time had bowed before him and paused. The waters gently kissed his feet, while the zephyr caressed his salt-n'-pepper french-beard. There was divinity in his promiscuous eyes, a strangely sweet paradox that now engulfed me, and for once I chose to live eternally in this illusion of reality!