The speed of change is three hundred million meters per second.

The ripples in the water reflecting sunlight, painting murals with the waves. The ripples in the waves, reflecting change, causing open eyes and flowing hair. Like the changing tides it swells through bliss and despair, and still the wind takes your hair, touches your skin, breathes life into welcoming lips. Tell me that life is not more than this, and I will be happy living to kiss the breeze.