Evening, bright sun,

just northwest of Destin:

We took a long stretchy walk

on the copious wet sand,

leaving footprints behind.

A wave from the sea

rose up like an arm,

reaching to the shore

as it replaced our footprints 

with its salt water.

The sky sails forward 

twisting 

knotted clouds

along its journey.

You come closer to me

and hold my dry cold hand

with your small wrist

and slide your other tiny arm 

around my waist firmly

as though you know.

Saw through the corner of your blue eyes

the setting sun.

Not so far away, just near 

the sand trap,

the gregarious sand crabs

move backwards and backwards 

and constantly rebury themselves 

as they follow the waves.