Weathered lines

Ancient lava flows spilling into the sea where the big whales basked and pioneers toiled. The volcanoes sleep. The sandstone erodes. The whales diminish in numbers. The pioneers have turned into techno-junkies with tireless key-tapping thumbs. Durras. Even after 3 decades on her shorelines, I never tire of these weathered lines. I wonder if my children will remember the days we fossicked together.