Every twelve hours or so
the sea reaches its highest point
then ebbs back,
pulling away
from the line that marks high tide.
Sometimes, several tides in a row
are lower than those previous,
and you can see
a series of lines
that show the high water mark.
This line is traced by shells and sticks,
or sometimes
you can simply see
that the sand looks slightly different,
more packed down,
or rippled in a different pattern.
As you walk across these tidelines
it is as though you are travelling through time.
Like sawing through the rings of winter's passage
that circle the trunk of a century old maple,
or snow-blowing along a wall of white,
revealing the layers of icy snow
compacted over the winter.
Or like an archeologist
reading history
from stratifications
in the earth's crust on the wall of a quarry.
The tidelines
show the days that have passed by,
maybe the last days of summer.
And then
a really high tide will rise above them all and start the patterns all over again.
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