The Ebb and Flow
We nearly broke into a run when we first spied it. The wind whipped through our hair and the telltale smell of fire-faded driftwood blew through our bodies. After awkwardly walking through the dry shifting sand, we reached the stable ocean line where the waves tickled our toes – easily mesmerized by the methodical movement of the ocean tide. My daughters and I spent the last week at the Oregon coast. Several times we made our way to the beach and as I watched them delight in dancing in and out of the frigid water, I found myself thinking of
