A morning walk along the shore.
This morning, the tide was low and the beach was wide, a blank canvas of packed sand and scattered footprints. I set out on my walk like I always do, with a clear head, open-minded spirit and today, Love showed up everywhere.
A pair of seagulls floated on the edge of a tide pool, moving together without words. A dance they’d done a thousand times, unbothered by the world.
A pair of sandpipers darted along the tide line, in sync, their tiny legs moving so fast they barely left prints.
There were two women sitting in low-slung chairs, their coffee mugs steaming in the early light. They chatted and laughed a familiar tone as if they had done this for years, their friendship worn in like their flip-flops, and somehow even stronger than the tides.
A mother, father and daughter walked along the shoreline finding treasures in the sand, the girl beaming with excitement every time she found a particular shell, like the ocean brought it there magically for her to find.
A man jogged by a boy building a sandcastle and slowed just enough to make a compliment and smile, leaving the boy beaming. That moment, fleeting, simple, will live in that boy’s heart far longer than the castle itself.
A young couple, barefoot and giddy, their arms brushing, ran toward the waves like they were chasing something they didn’t yet understand, but wanted to feel anyway. You could see their love was new, bright-eyed, curious, the kind that doesn’t need to know what comes next, only that they’re here now.
An older couple walked slowly, side by side, not saying much. She leaned a bit to the left to feel the warmth of his body as he cradled his arm around her in a secure comfort. You could tell they’d walked together a hundred times. Maybe a thousand.
Love was in the details.
In the way a woman took a photo of her partner with the kind of affection that only grows from knowing every wrinkle.
In the way a mom kissed the top of her child’s head while wiping sand off their cheeks.
Love in the way strangers stepped aside for each other sharing a nod in appreciation of the view as they passed.
Love was not performative here.
It was not curated or captioned.
It simply was.
On the shoreline.
In the small things.
Love isn’t rare.
It isn’t reserved.
It’s all around us – always.
“Love isn’t just something we fall into, it’s something we walk beside, day after day, stepping with love.” – Patti Jewel
Just Keep Walking. Step with Love. Always forward.
