The year is all but over and it will soon begin.
The moon is almost full The year is all but over The waves rush the shore where I stand wetting my feet and the sand making the ground under me slightly shift and as my feet sink into the remains of centuries ago I fall, but my body does not stop the tide's flow instead the waters around me go as far as they can go, trying to kiss the rock that from the bottom of the beach's soul grows and there stands, now as it always has as it always will, like a judge presiding over the whole show. The water... Sign in to see full entry.