The waters of change come sweeping over the shifting sands of life.
If you can imagine, you can see the crystalline sandy particles rolling past in the movement of the waves as they come in and then move out, come in and move out, these "waves of change", bringing with them more sand to our lives, more debris, more "things" to deal with.
And in your imagination you look closer, and you see that the sand grains gleam and sparkle through the water when the sunlight catches
"This is a story I wrote a while back. I had just lost yet another old friend, and the memories were heavy on my mind. The thought of the many seasons that had come and gone in our friendship inspired me to tell this story, WINTER'S END." John lay in a darkened room, motionless, staring at the ceiling fan above as it made involuntary, slow circles, pushed by the air register on the wall above his head. Apart from that, John was conscious of nothing else in his surroundings.