Out here where I have never been before, I see footprints headed back to the shore already covered by a film of incoming tide.

 
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The tide was surprisingly low. I walked out where I have never walked before. Out beyond the tidal pools and ledges that become tiny islands at high tide, where sea birds drop their shells to crack them open. I walk out and it is quiet. And feels right. And then, out here where I have never been before, I see footprints headed back to the shore already covered by a film of incoming tide.
I look around seeing no one.