Shifting sands

Flying over Rhyl towards london. Out of the window I can see something no one else has ever seen. A temporary creation. The sand patterns constantly change.. They are always moving, shifting, restless. The picture is one of transient beauty. The truth is that after I took this, the subject is no longer as I saw it , as I captured it. It has changed. Yet this capture reflected my reality, then . Like life , we live in turbulence, in tension, in constant change.
May we have people who anchor us, sustain us when the change is seen as a threat and not transient beauty.