The smoldering grains of false comfort Drive my desire toward the cool, inviting swells. If love is the enemy, can time be the savior? The warning was clear: None can visit without the clinging flame of the hot sand. It is hard, too hard to bear the heated passion of the sunburned...

The beauty and serenity of the warm, soft sands Juxtaposed with the powerful, violence of the beating waves. No other place do time and love battle with such fervor. The waves are constant, unstoppable, infatigued. They are moments of time. all occuring simultaneously, But only crashing in...