Silvery Somewhere

A silver path to somewhere floats away into the horizon; streaming through the rolling waves. Two small figures dance in silhouette against the sunlit ocean. I stand and watch. Woven into the texture of the moment, I am aware of time ticking down to its final destination but unable to leave. 

The water rolls in and pulls back; a rhythmic eternity that smiles at our ephemeral hysteria. Waves are born and live for a shining instant. I blink and they are gone; nothing more than the ocean once again.

The beach is at low tide. Vast swathes of sand lie open. Rivulets glide through the footprints we leave behind. The sun sinks lower and the palm trees nod to the gulls calling on the breeze. A helicopter whirs heavily overhead. Drawn upwards, my gaze catches the coattails of a vapour trail and flies into the soaring blue of the sky.