The West Sands

The sand is wet, but the sea is far, far away. The puddles reflect the sun and I find myself in the middle of it all: the long coastline and the sky, the shiny water under my feet and the distant sea that stretches away. As I keep walking, still looking for the mythical seals, an arm of the sea comes to meet me. I can finally feel its cold water and the million shells that lie beneath. It’s a glimpse, just a taste of what lies miles away.
I can’t find the seals; they might not even exist –at least not here. So I walk back and the landscape changes: there are kids, there are kites, there is the undying green again.
It is walking into the west what gives me the hint. I’m actually here, at the very end.