Standing on a Cape Cod beach one day, I watched as a wave climbed a short ridge
to settle on the sand and then disappear.
It lasted only a moment and then another wave would come along and do the same thing.
Sitting in a noisy restaurant with some friends the other night,
drinking beer and playing trivia,
there was a moment when I looked at each of their faces
and realized how lucky I was to be there with these friends.
No one noticed that I had stepped out of time to do this.
It felt as though I had stolen the moment,
and then returned to the scene with a bigger heart.
Photo taken near Race Point Beach in Provincetown.