It dares me, to let them in and I beg it not to take. They do not go far but they try. Beautiful dangerous temptress.
We stack rocks and spell our names but before we can boast our creations another wave reaches its hand a little further and washes them away. No evidence of completion. Just like my every day. The upkeep, the starting all over again. But at the same time, the mistakes and regrets. The fears.
The sun sets and dark falls and we stay. People leave the water so I let the kids throw pebbles to their hearts' desires. They must have hurled hundreds deep, for a half hour at least. Skipping and spinning from wave to wave.