there’s a certain serenity to be found standing on the precipice of a continent, lost in the expanse of an ocean unfurled like a map, extending out to caress the earth’s curvature. the seas sift as i stand on hourglass sand and forget the seconds slipping past, stuck in the liminal space between the hour and minute hands on the clock—if only for a moment. here, i feel smaller than the grains that cling like salt-and-pepper to my feet. peace drifts in the ebb and flow, eroding this old soil. wash away my cares and let my soles sink deep.