LEAVE ONLY FOOTPRINTS
Strolling down the beach on a still day, blowing bubbles and watching them bounce as they landed along the strings of footprints. Went looking for the perfect bare print to land a bubble on. But human ones, even children’s prints, dwarfed my bubbles. (Besides, there was something so Robinson-Crusoe-finds-Friday about that… ) I just kept on, blowing bubbles to see which way the air was moving, watching for the detritus of the tide: gull prints and kelp strands, seaweed, shells, and abandoned sand toys.
And then there appeared a string of big, perfect paw prints. I blew bubbles until one crossed the path of that print, dragging its rainbow shadow across it. I thought of all the dog walks that beach has seen, all the quiet, solitary strolls with that ideal companion. Now memorialized with a beautiful bubble for scale (and for fun).