All of the sea was a stage, a theatre that produced a play for me upon my entrance onto the sandy shoreline, as an audience I saw it all, a movie, a theatrical production as a play, and the seagulls were sitting with me, watching the gladiators, watching a bullfight out in the middle of the lake, jeering it all on, then with one mighty sweep of His powerful mighty arm, G-d swept away all the excitement and there was only peace, all around there was holy peace!
The peace penetrated. The waves came in one by one, each wave singularly alone, followed by its friend, causing a whole unified body of large lake water, no more bullfights, the shininess of the jewel-like treasures underneath the waves were covered with dull sand, the stimulation stopped, the theatre curtains were then drawn closed, and my trip to the beach ended.
A lone gull cawed from the heavens to give one last blast--an end to the play, one long drawn out scream and then the play was over.
I went home with a memory.
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