The buoyant waves, swirling, twisting, and swiveling festively, crash at the shore. The majestic tides, those irresistible, raw, liberating bursts of energy recede. The shore sand shines, littered with beautiful seashells. Those empty carcasses with echoes of ocean resounding in their depths, reminiscent of a life lived beautifully. Such impermanence, such transience, such evanescence. All temporal affairs so short-lived. All joys come to pass. But in the wake they leave behind their indelible mark. That beautiful ink stain, bearing exquisite testimony to the cliché, not how long you live but how well you do it. What worth your life carries? Photo prompt @ Sandra Crook Linking with Friday Fictioneers
Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?