A hopeful joy fills me,
as I linger long at the edge of sand, water, and wind.
Where I wonder, I ponder, I dismiss, I wish, I pine, I miss,
down by our seashore, distracted by light, shadows, texture, and movement.
You were there, I was there, we were there,
in places where our footprints touched and where we have yet to meet.
Keystroke Stories 
hope also fill me with joy….
Amen