I saw these bubbles in the sand this morning. At first, I only saw one and it was about the size of a clam. I thought it might be so I tested the bubble lightly with one foot. But there was not a shell, the sand just popped and flattened to the ground. I was curious to what that was but shrugged and started walking again along the shore.

And that’s when I realized it was not the only one at all. There were many many more. I followed them to the end, they stretched the entire beach. Little pockets of air under the sand as the tide slowly came back in. A phenomenon that is brief and only exists until the ocean swallows them up again.

I wonder if I will see them again sometime. If I will be by the beach again at the same time conditions are right to make lots of bubbles in the sand.

Automatically I think yes, of course it probably happens every day. My second thought is how special that it happened today. Time stretches far ahead of me and I feel immense gratitude that all the conditions and timing lined up for me to be here, today. That my life expanded a little more today.