Letters from the sea

I didn't see her right away. It didn't attract attention and didn't try to be noticeable. White, almost transparent, it grew simply in the hot sand - where, it seems, nothing should grow. The sun was high. The sand was hot, almost burning. And right there, at the very edge of the sea, a lily was blooming. She seemed fragile. But the longer I looked at her, the more clearly I felt: her strength was not in protection, but in her ability to be. She didn't hide. She didn't seek s