if life were a beach...

At this moment sweat drips down my face, my toes are digging in the sand. Already i have floated among the waves, allowing them to carry away my angst. This is what I have been living for. This is where my muse is most alive. But I wonder, if my life were a beach would I need something more to feed my muse or would I be eternally creative? Something tells me the latter. It will be years before I will know the answer to that. So for now, I will appreciate the few beach days I get. If nothing else, it will push me to keep trying to make my life a beach.