Low Tide

Everything moves like the tide.
The moon shines down on us, lighting up the night sky, and disappearing during the day.
But it's there; pushing, pulling at us.
Leading, keeping everything on course, subtly pulling us along.

All week, there's been a very low tide in the evening. It's perfect for a late-in-the day walk on the beach, like after Zoe wakes up from her nap.

I come home with another jar of shells, and six sandy shoes left on the front porch.