Sunday Scribbling: Miracle

Time passes. That is no miracle. That is what time does. Sometimes, the most mundane, ordinary things can seem like a miracle. Like, you can climb into a giant metal tube, sit in it for a couple of hours, and when you climb out, instead of leaden grey skies above you, you might see something like this: You lie down. You feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, soaking into your bones. You sigh. Many times. You begin to feel good. Really good. That is no miracle. That's what the sun is designed to do for us.

You spend days wandering from leisurely breakfast to poolside, to leisurely lunch to poolside - oh, with a trip to a beach for variety - and then out for leisurely dinners. You sigh contentedly. Many times.

You take clifftop walks, breathing in salt air, enjoying the cool sea breezes. You go visit an exhibition of sand sculpture. Now, this is a miracle! People who take sand and water and create...

scenes from all your favourite movies. There are so many, you can't photograph them all, and because it's almost sunset, shadows make it difficult, but you capture some interesting scenes

They were made in May. It's now August. That is a miracle - or where I come from, it would be for sure!

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That is my offering for this week's Sunday Scribbling prompt of "Miracle" Find some other, (perhaps more real) miracles HERE

HERE'S a LINK to a gallery of great photos of the sculptures

And there are a few photos of the site, with artists at work OVER HERE

Oh... Where was I? Carvoeiro, in the Argarve, Portugal, with my sister. It was lovely.