Gray's Academy

I am thinking a lot about grief right now, because the tide of my own grief is rapidly moving out to sea. The beach is always at its best at low tide, the wading pools perfect for soaking our feet. The firm sand making a walk on the beach pure joy. Low tide is also when the undertow can work to bring you out with it. So I am choosing to stand on the beach and watch the tide go out. I have lost my desire to swim in the ocean anyway!