[there are other people on this beach, sand crunching between their teeth the same as yours but what the ocean says to you, she says only to you.
from me, she is requesting silence, but her tone brooks no room for argument. i let the waves lap over my feet and swirl around my ankles. graciously, she does not take me into her undertow.
instead, she sweeps the noise in my head out to sea with the other sharks. she likes things in their place.
it is hours before they swim back.]