The river continues to flow through to the ocean. At the ocean’s edge rip tides surge and twist as the river kisses the lips of rough ocean waves.
The sand is packed from the raining sky, overcast discourages everything.
A driftwood tree pokes out through the packed sand. The sea wraps around the branches, burying her wave by wave.
At the exit a bright white Egret tiptoes across the shadowy wetland.
You should have been there.