The Daily Shell: Number Forty

On some mornings, the sand feels firm under my feet. On other days, it squishes and collects between my toes. Once, I sank in the granular goop up to my ankles. Since I never know what the day will bring, I tread lightly until I establish my footing.

                Daily Shell
                       8/3/17

Ocean Whisper: Mindful steps keep me grounded.