Your nimble feet make prints in my sand.

A conversation by the ocean:

Boy #1: I love the water. So clean. So cool. So endless and so refreshing. It seeps into everywhere and connects everyone and everything.

Boy #2: But it’s so harsh and so unforgiving... Can change at a moment’s notice—from calm to catastrophic, serene to severe. One moment you’re drinking happily, floating blissfully; the next, drowning. I’ll stick with the land, thanks.

Boy #1: But it’s the water that all lands have in common! All shores that seem at once so distant and so alien are immediately made familiar by the waters that lap at their coasts. That connect and nourish their peoples.

Boy #2: Or separate them. And what is it that destroys those same shores? Could there be a more destructive force on earth? What else erodes continents? Carves out canyons and valleys? Washes away structures both natural and man-made?

Boy #1: But those same acts you label “destruction” could also be called acts of creation. For each leads to the existence of something that wasn’t there before.

Boy #2: Eh. Creation/destruction. Call it whatever you want. The prospect of such drastic change makes my head hurt. Let’s go get a drink. I’m too thirsty to continue this conversation.