The ocean waves penetrate the sand time after time as the tide lingers in and drags itself on out again. The waves unsettle billions of grains and accumulate some to toss around in the current when they subside. Powerful, massive, white tipped sharks bowling down the pacific and barreling into the steady shoreline. Gripping rocks and trashing sandcastles as onlookers enjoy the beautiful site of “damage” at the least. This site that visitors fly for miles to enjoy, as the sand bleeds and reforms over and over again. Torture. This is where I stand and this is what I see, I can’t simply look away as the waves close in on me, I watch and I stand my ground sinking lower into the gap of fragile salts. This is my home, this is where I stand astray… this is where they come to watch me… every single day.