Water
The coast from above
My nephew flew his drone over the beach. I finally saw what I swim in.
Erik Strand
I have walked that beach for thirty years. From the ground it is sand, water and a line of foam. From above it is a pattern. Dark blue where it drops off. Light green over sand. White lace where the waves break.
My nephew showed me on his phone and I asked him to go up again. And again.
Seeing it new
I went for a swim after and tried to feel where the dark blue starts. You can. The water goes cold just there. I had felt it for thirty years without knowing what it was.
