two people walked along the beach. i can see their foot steps. i did not see the people themselves. the foot steps are the only reference to their walk, to their presence on this beach. it's a beautiful long white sandy beach and i wonder what their conversation was about or if they talked at all. were they good friends, were they lovers, what brought them to this beach and where did they go? foot steps in sand are fragile. when the tide rolls in they will be washed away and nothing will remind of their walk anymore. I can still see them, i see them melt together at the horizon and the story of their walk is unfolding in my thoughts.. the vast emptiness of the ocean carries many stories, i suppose and they will all be washed away eventually. does it matter? no, i suppose not. but i love to have a glimpse of a story untold.