• It is a beach safely tucked in the obscure corners of the metropolitan. A story which only a few chosen souls would know. Yet it is closer to others than to some.

    The rise and ebb of waves is not a calculated schedule. The waters come and go regardless of how many seashells and hermit crabs they bring to shore. Or how many they swallow.

    Although I have to say, I have yet not considered the moon. Are the waters deeper when the moon is full? I believe it rises when it reaches the last quarter.

    Regardless. The waves gleamed merrily at night, as it kisses the lowly hanging albatross plucking crabs and fishes under moonlight. It offers him more seawater, creating a shoreline men never witnessed before.

    How they wished the sun would never rise.