My daughter and I decided to go for a walk on the beach one morning in the summer. The ocean was at its peak tide about an hour before we arrived. As we walked, she was rather quiet. At times, she would let go of my hand and wander along the beach kicking up the water. The early morning sunlight was dancing on every ripple. Sometimes she would just stop and let the sand squish between her toes. The receding sands would gradually burry her feminine little feet. The tide was now on its way out. With each wave, the water would retreat a little further. By the time we were up the beach, scattered rocks laden with sea life were protruding from the sand at the ocean’s altering edge. Each wave would come in and change the abstract patterns in the sand. Snake like bulbs of kelp that had come in to explore the beach were now trapped. The backlit seaweed swayed in the churning waters. The morning sun was shinning from behind my daughter and illuminating the transparent liquid floor that shifted at her feet. Just then, she bent over to touch the tide.