Standing, Walking, Watching

The van, the sand, the birds.

Watching new humans evolve from single-celled organisms in the ocean right before my eyes. There goes one climbing up on the beach just now.
The beach in Winter is like the Mall in the morning -- people walking. Except you can bring your dog. And there are waves, and seagulls. And the sound of waves instead of footsteps and piped-in musak.
As I learned from philosophy: any two things are identical except for the differences.

The van, the sand, the birds.
