If I’m fortunate enough to spend time on the coast alone, I tend to get distracted with Sandpipers and Seagulls. But it still surprises me when I suddenly realize the sun disappeared, the crowds have

dispersed and I’m the only one left. The moon appears like a pinhole through which to view God and wonder what marvels are on the other side. The surf slows and I settle in for one last sandcastle before retreating. Those are the moments I am most serene. So brief are these glimpses of peaceful solitude that I cling to them all the more.