Day Eleven

It felt like winter today. I walked at twilight, the shore bathed in silverblue. Everything on the beach today looked like this half sand dollar--foundation eroding beneath it. Rivers of sand flew across the surface of the beach, gapping and converging. All of the driftwood, shells, and seaweed were undercut from the south, as the wind stole the sand from underneath them, grain by grain, and whisked it away down the coastline.