Tidal cycles
February 20, 2017The tides cycled in and out that weekend, and they felt like the most certain thing she’d seen in weeks. Everything else had gone off-rhythm, the new order of things creating a flapping noise in her ears every day like the sound a flat tire makes as the car limps to the next exit on the highway.
Can I stay here forever? she asked as the water receded, baring sea grass and mud, crusty undersides of docks.
No, whispered the water. But, I go away and return, and so can you, when the time is right.
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