Yesterday I was at Stinson Beach on a misty day.  

I carried the words of Rilke: The future enters us in order to transform us long before it happens.

I looked at empty crab shells, rocks, waves, sky, and sand.  What enters me now?

What moves within?

Science at the Beach

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