I thought to myself, haven't seen a crab in a while, while scrambling down from the beautifully eroded stone bluff to engage with the surf below. Still hadn't after the jaunt, but at least I'd gotten my feet wet. From this angle, it was easy to spot prehistoric sea shells poking out from shore and, also, the newer millionaires up above, probably worrying. Having been formally worn smooth by the tide and by some feet respectively, the sight persists for those who choose to view it. I looked back toward the horizon, out past the break, and felt less ancient.
