I’m sitting on a small bench by the sea. Dolphins peacefully fishing near the rocks below. A gentle cadence of waves addressing the shoreline filters up through the trees to a small bench. People walking their dogs. Women talking and laughing. A cool winter breeze and the hum of a small plane passing overhead. A weak dappled sunlight tentatively touches the earth in places and a spider-like ant wanders around alone in the dead leaves.
I’ve come here to the coast to spread someone’s ashes into the ocean later today. Gentle experiences like this remind us of transience and the precious few moments any of us might be lucky enough to call our own.
I wonder how long it will be before I forget this moment, this day, this place and this feeling. This place will forget me much sooner.