I built a sandcastle not long ago, beautiful as any dream ought to be. Tureted and crenelated, flags waving proudly in the winds and wispering in the soft breezes. It was all held together with laughter and long talks, adventures and explorations. Brave knights and lovely ladies would make visits while wending their errant ways. It was full of life...
My castle is falling now before my eyes, worn down by changing winds and salty waters... I watch as corners chip and break, as walls I thought sure and sturdy crack and threaten to crumble. The laughter isoften missing, the long talks held over and over in memory. The brave knights and lovely ladies come no more to share their adventures and exploratory finds. I wonder if it will stand for much longer, if its foundations were build upon something stronger than sand and dreams...
Yet I cannot hold it, for who can hold still the sands of time? The tighter I'd grasp them the sooner they would slip from my fingers. Better to let it go if it wills, treasuring the beauty of it as long as it remains. For the foundations may yet hold, withstanding wind and water. Life will fill it again...