Hey... So this is another T&S inspired fic... Don't kill me? To be forewarned, my Creative Writing class said I made beaches depressing for them.
The dark grey water rears up, straining to meet the sky. But as before, and as it will always be, it falls before they touch. Instead, the salty brine kisses the sun-warmed sand, meeting for a brief instant before being torn away again. It is a dance well-rehearsed, an infinite cycle doomed to be forever repeated.
When the waves caress the shore again, two pairs of feet are caught in its path. One set runs forward with the wave as it is dragged back to it's waiting family, following the path of its eternal dance. The other set remains where they are, and when the next wave mets the shore the first set follows. The feet perform a poor mockery of the doomed dance of the wave.
If the wave could think, it would have thought something along the lines of, "Please let their dance do what mine cannot, the waves to the shore, as I so often wish." However, waves do not understand the ways of humans, and eventually the feet will part, their dance will end, as all dances do.
But the wave does not know this. It only know the dance. Reach for the sky, meet the sand, return to the sea. The dance will continue far into the future. But even this dance, one day, will end.