During an early mornig walk, my neighbor was reading while she felt the ocean under her feet,
her small radio was playing a Bob Dylan song :
...."How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand ?
.....How many years can a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea ?
.....The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind" !!!
I'm thinking that life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,....but by the moments that take our breath away !
Listening to Dylan's words and feeling the wind on my skin......this moment was one of them !