Sasha grinned. "Mhm, ephemeral is a good word for it." She then suddenly beamed as something red went scuttling along beside the sand castle. "Oh look! A crab!"
Not all who wander are lost; some are just looking for their arrows.
What holds you betwixt panic and serenity? That is, if it's not among the many querulous quagmires unfit for elaboration. — soundofmind as Emiliano Achillinus