Advance ~ Retreat
Spirited winds whip my hair into my face, across my closed eyelids. Waves breaking over finest shingle speak to my core: advance, retreat, advance, retreat.
My toes sink into the coarse sand of the tidal zone. A strand of Fucus vesiculosus wraps itself around my ankle as the retreating wave attempts to pull the sand from under my feet. Retreat, advance, retreat.
I turn from the shore, and walk to the cave, entering steadily, focussing on the tiny flame at the deepest part of it. Advance, advance. As I walk towards it, the light flickers and dims as if the sea spray had found a way inside. I pause and consider.
I slowly turn away, and retrace my steps, hearing the waves call to me again. Advance, retreat, advance, retreat. I glance over my shoulder at the flame, now burning bright. A question forms in my mind, and the waves whisper, “yes”.