Walking along the tidal zone, you can’t help but feel the beating heart of the Pacific Ocean. The reach and retreat of the tide is a rhythmic crescendo and decrescendo filling your ears; the humidity seeps into your pores and the salt air permeates your inhaled breaths.
If you pay close attention, each flush of water stretching onto the shore leaves a unique imprint in the sand, and capillary tension pulls the molecules back into the womb while the sand grudgingly gives way and releases them.
It’s this dance between earthly elements that subconsciously pulls us in, wishing we could stay and keep listening to the Ocean tell its tales. But we cannot stay, for our lives and desires and responsibilities are fleeting, and we must go. All the while, the Pacific keeps on churning out its story, as it has been, for eternity.
Edge of the Sea. Seaside, Oregon
