The sunlight winked upon the water’s surface, sending secret messages to the bottom of the sea. There the mermaids scooped them up in long lost buckets and relayed them to whom they belonged. Who that is, I cannot say, but I’ve always dreamt of hidden sea beasts, impossible and mythical, whose deep sea movements become the waves that greet us on the shore.
race to the shore
“Race ya!” shouted a droplet in the ocean, a million or so years ago. Its friends joined in, and they raced to the shore, the very first wave the world had ever known.