Did you ever see the tide turning?
It hardly lasts a few breaths.
The birds sense it in their very bones and clear the way for it. Some flying off to watch from nearby trees. Others, like the loons, too unwieldy to march to shore, diving beneath the warring waves until the battle is over.
More of a skirmish, really. With a foregone conclusion.
Sometimes the moon comes out and gazes upon the havoc that she creates. You can catch her unwavering smile if you can tear your eyes away from the water.
And then it’s all over. Order is restored to the tussling waves. The moon goes back behind a cloud, all shy and innocent.
You’d never know it happened.
