Tide pool dream
Tide Pool DreamBy Laura McHale Holland
He eats ocean wind for breakfast; she starves on sand. Clad in love-repellant jackets, they drag race across the past. He takes the lead, then she, then he, again, back and forth all afternoon.“Will it always be like this?” he asks at sunset.She shrugs and slips into a tide pool dream. He follows, the unknown nipping in their wake.