The tide had just gone out. Walking down to the shore I noticed a gorgeous, colossal sand castle someone was obviously living in. I took a self guided tour and found it had been designed and outfitted by sculpting sand from the overhead lights down to the tile and fixtures in the bathroom. The designer was dashing about rearranging sand that had drooped and shifted from the ocean seeping in. I asked her why the place was so heavily decorated, when the tide moves and removes things daily. She explained that the owners wanted to learn the art of letting go, only slowly.
I hiked under a full moon along the beach, and lay down for a nap near the sandy villa at dawn. The sun was awhile above the horizon when the tide awoke me by sloshing my toes. I looked over in time to see the great mound of sand crumble nobly into the sea. A moment later the face of the woman appeared behind the huge pile, as she raised a shovel and prepared to rebuild.
You’d have to know me better, but this dream seems appropriate just now.
Retreating Angel -painting from many 30 minutes works of Hanzon / Harnett over the years.