there on the sand, where the land met the sea and God graced the earth with shell and wonder and mystery, I looked down. Why? I cannot tell you. Maybe looking ahead hurt too much. But there, in that impressionable place where the thin water flowed like film, I saw a boot print. So I knelt and ran my finger across the imprint of the lugs. They were new. Barely worn. Size 12. Vibram. The dim light made it difficult to see, but a stride’s length away, I found a second print. That made boot prints. Plural.
