miramar beach two

for six hundred billion years this satellite in space spins three hundred sixty five and a quarter times to complete its endless trip. the passage of one revolution about its axis. the passage of one rotation about its star. six hundred billion times— and still this wonder, water in the ocean— older than imagination. the stars in the heavens— hotter than comprehension. we come into this world with nothing in our hands— we leave this world and where do we go? the ocean, the sun and sky are constant reminders salty smell— warm breeze— blue sky— how can I help you today?