In the shallows, in soft, soft sand, you can stand very still and the little fishies will nibble at your toes. In the shallows, in soft, soft sand, you can look down through clear, clear water and be master of all you see. In the shallows, in soft, soft sand, you can laugh at tiny ripples of water lapping ineffectually at your ankles. In the shallows, in soft, soft sand, you are God.
Until a big goddamn wave comes along and sucks you in, and you’re pushed here and there at the mercy of energies beyond your control with Big Fishies wanting to do more than nibble at your toes in water that’s murky and dark, and you think to yourself, “Holy shit! What just happened!?!”, as your only hope is to ride along, follow the current and stay afloat, looking for an escape…
...back to the shallows, and the soft, soft sand.