The Daily Shell: Number Twenty

On my walk along the beach each morning, I marvel at the different styles of the water. Some days, the tide tip-toes to the edge. Other mornings, the sea hurls its frothy water at me. But irregardless, my feet push into the sand and my footprints trail behind me.

                        Daily Shell
                             7/14/17

Ocean Whisper: Impressions are always made; nothing is impenetrable.