Footprints.

They aren’t going to last.



In a moment, the waves will engulf them up, washing away the only physical reminder of their time together. They don’t need to have a tangible reminder of their afternoon at the beach because they have their memories to rely on. And some memories last a lifetime.



But others, like the footprints, get easily washed away.



Right now, she feels like she will never forget the day. The way her head fit perfectly on his shoulder as they walked arm in arm along the ocean. The way they could communicate to each other without having to say a word. How they were surrounded by people, but she felt like they were the only ones around. The sun was shining so brightly she had to squint, but the warmth of the sun made up for any inconvenience. To her, it was a perfect day.



But much like the footprints in the sand, her memories will shift and fade, maybe erasing completely over time. She’s can’t collect her favorite memories and bottle them up like the sea shells she collected on the walk. Instead she has to hold onto it for as long as she can, until the tide rises and takes it out to see. Maybe it will wash up on shore, or maybe it is lost forever. Only time will tell.

(Photo: Atlantic Ocean, Miami South Beach, February 2011)

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