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philrancidThe surf was just teeming with thousands of little sea-creatures, from sand-fleas to those little shells that bury themselves to scores of dark flitting things that fled your feet almost in the blink of an eye. There were sea turtle nests on the beach, protected by stakes and high-vis plastic ribbons, and while we were there someone found a hatchling and took it to the sea.
We were making a sand castle, digging the moat, and when the tide washed in I saw this tiny little fish, about the length of the word "fish", and half as wide, stuck in the moat, trying to swim out. He was black along the top, and his sides were the flashy brightness of chrome. We tried to get him out of the moat, but he was so small that it took forever, and him just laying there, not being able to breathe in the depleted tide pool. Eventually, after having managed to get him in hand, I figured if he wasn't already dead , that his luck was in, and I threw him into the tide.
I have finally, after years of off-and-on trying, discovered that I can float on my back in the water. I rode the waves for a while.
And, since I am officially old, I had myself buried in the sand. The twins were very helpful to their mother--one threw a handful of sand in my face, and the other, half a bucket of cold salt water. All that was left would be for someone to throw some fire on me, and I would have been the melting pot of the classic Elements.
We were making a sand castle, digging the moat, and when the tide washed in I saw this tiny little fish, about the length of the word "fish", and half as wide, stuck in the moat, trying to swim out. He was black along the top, and his sides were the flashy brightness of chrome. We tried to get him out of the moat, but he was so small that it took forever, and him just laying there, not being able to breathe in the depleted tide pool. Eventually, after having managed to get him in hand, I figured if he wasn't already dead , that his luck was in, and I threw him into the tide.
I have finally, after years of off-and-on trying, discovered that I can float on my back in the water. I rode the waves for a while.
And, since I am officially old, I had myself buried in the sand. The twins were very helpful to their mother--one threw a handful of sand in my face, and the other, half a bucket of cold salt water. All that was left would be for someone to throw some fire on me, and I would have been the melting pot of the classic Elements.
