At last the end of the sand is in sight.
Loitering in the garage awaiting the arrival of the pavers sit the limestone paving stones.
Gazing out my bedroom window for the last time viewing the sandy path that leads to the front door was an odd feeling.
Suddenly I was imprinting my mark, pieces of my personality would be laid finally lessening the barrenness around me.
The back garden too would be a new scene on my return home.
A place that will become a peaceful sanctuary.
A place of stillness and calm.
As I welcome the end of this sandy path there is a sense of completion at last, the feelings of restlessness are easing, allowing the artistic juices to surge forth, bubbling into reality...........................