That Giant Ocean

What is there left to say? What of love, of loss, of memories? Maybe there will be more, just as the last wave crashes on white, barren shore. I was here. I say, I was here. Then...what?

I wish...what do I wish for? And what are wishes for? Like the wise old lady in the Japanese movie, "Mother Water", I quote her:"Make your day!", not "Good morning!" or "Good day!"

Time is that giant ocean running up and down interminably, always beyond your expectation. You will do well to hold on to it.