The dance of Death.

The clear foam of the water waxed upward to meet my feet, after a moment of stillness it waned back into the sea.

A push and pull that stared back at me.

What seemed like forever was in reality just a few moments of me blankly looking around. The ocean had a way of doing that to me, creating rifts in time where I could sit and stay, relax, breathe, and maybe even for a moment….. Think.

Squawking could be heard around me towards the back and to the left. Birds, white birds actually, bickering over the dead animal they pecked at. I watched them walk from one side to the other like a dance, a dance that took place around a lifeless hunk of meat. Were they confused as to why their friend would not move or squawk along with them, or merely deciding what piece of its flesh was freshest and less likely already consumed with rot?

Back to the ocean, I turned to watch the sun bounce and skid across the waves, a glowing orb of power radiating the truth, the truth that destruction always has ruled our world and we just turn a blind eye. We know it is no fun to sit back and dance around the corpse, the dance is nothing but dread and realization, so we ignore it we sit and wait, let time pass us by until we are ready, ready, and willing to lay in the sand and close our eyes, to become the centerpiece of a dance we all try to hide but are still destined for in the end.

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