When you have all of the time that you need to STOP whenever you want to take in the view, to feel the sand under your feet, you worry about sticks to move things away. You bend down with your hand and make the shape of your heart in the sand.
You let the waves carry it away, light as a float, soft as the breeze, lovely as the sky that seems to be dancing.
You don't need a big stick on day like that or any day after, because a big stick can't be had on a day when the air is smiling that way.
--me strauss Letting me be