An unbelievable array of textures greeted me at the shoreline. The wind had whipped the sky clean of all but a few whispy clouds, only their memories lingered. In the distance new clouds were already mysteriously bubbling into existence, seemingly from the land itself. The sea was pulled into white tipped lines, rippling back towards the horizon. Meanwhile the sand had been recently licked smooth by the receding tide, and higher back it had been churned by a hundred excited feet. Even the sea grass was windswept and tousled, looking as though a good brush through might restore order. What a delight for the senses.
Texture adds detail and depth which can pull us into experience with our eyes and hearts wide open. Once there it can hold our attention for hours as we drink it all in, and release all our whirling thoughts into the windswept coast.