There is marvel
when such a rarity of nature
settles for a glistening sun
both at rise and set...
It's a memory we don't forget.
Where the samd meets the snow.
There is awe
when we look out over the vast
ocean and sky...
We seem so small
and we can only try
to gather it all in.
Where the sand meets the snow.
There is a bone chilling cold
marked by a blustering wind
and clouds that block the sun.
Snow disappears a bit at the time
as the tide ominously rolls in.
Where the sand meets the snow.
We register a special memory
and ease into a quiet evening...
one when a gentle burning fire
Erases the chill until morn.
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