I hear waves lapping softly at rough stones four feet beneath my dangling toes, forever trying to climb out of the bottomless home of theirs.

The sea isn't big enough for them, it seems.

I get it. I've seen that ineffectual reach for higher ground before.

Perhaps I'm too quick to judge and too harsh on their efforts.

The waves are consistent in their action. They are simply patient. They will carve themselves a new niche if it takes a thousand years.

Perhaps we should be patient.

Then again, we don't have a thousand years...