Footprints, Together

Day has vanished.

The sun has dropped like a penny into the pocket of the night. The sounds of the daylight hours have given way to quiet solitude. Fog is creeping in, engulfing the cypress trees, erasing my view of the ocean, hiding the moon that lights my wandering along the shore.

Where are you? Where did you go? Let me feel your touch. Don’t let this moment slip away from us. Listen, hear, the seagull. He’s searching, too. Please take my hand; it’s extended for you.

See the footprints in the sand, traveling from shore to shore. The tide will wash away those footprints but tomorrow there will be more. There always are. Take my hand. We’ve a long way to go. A lifetime.

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