No one is here. The place is right. The time is right, but a high tide is coming. Saltwater creeps into every sandy furrow. The ocean has become a many tentacled creature grabbing the very ground beneath us.
Crabs crawl out of their burrows clawing for remnants of the once alive.
We retreat to the higher ground, where the sand is warm and dry. And here, right here, at this very spot two people we once knew let the dawn light their bodies. But now all possible words were spoken. Soon it will be too dark to walk back safely. While there's still light enough to see, we struggle up the steep hill without holding hands.