You can’t go back….
At least not to the beach….
So a week and 3 days ago, I was on the beach just west of Michigan City, Indiana, just outside of what was, before the Federal Parks Department closed it for no good reason, Mt Baldy Park….
Now, there is an old shipwreck in the area (Probably “unknown #3”)… Old. like 1850’s? ….before the turn of the century….over the years the ribs of the ship get covered and uncovered by sand. I have been there when the wooden ribs were visible, and this is in the same general area….And there is no documentation of any iron windlass or other large iron parts on the wreck….
I took careful sightings and measurements from fixed landmarks and from other beach detritus for closer locating…., and returned with a shovel and a camera to document it 10 days later….Of course, only after we had had large winds(and therefore waves) and a lot of rain….
No dice. The sand was at least 2 foot deeper than it was before. The three large oak trees washed up on shore that were part of my reference marks…one was moved, the other two were gone. With my sightings, I would guess that I was within 10 feet of the place….but with the sand being deeper by at least 2 feet at that area, and with my close reference marks gone or moved, I was unable to locate the item to document it.
Mother Nature teases us sometimes…revealing for a short time her treasures, then hiding them again.
I will go back, and I will find the item. But for now, it is a mystery. The beach I left is not the beach I returned to…nor will it be the beach to which I return next time.
So it is with other places in our life. Once we leave, they are gone. We can return to the same location, but the place is different. The people are new, or changed…..it isn’t the same….. Familiar, yet different…..For you aren’t the same person as he or she who left, and the place has moved on, evolving and becoming what it is today….different that it was yesterday. And not what it will be tomorrow.