It carries the old understanding that no one stands alone at the shore. The living are accompanied by the unseen, by those who walked this land, crossed these waters, and slipped back into the earth and sea long before us. Their presence lingers in the emptiness of the sailing boat upon the tide. The crescent curve of the strand becomes a sign of the departed, an ancient arm of land and water still circling inward, still sheltering the living within its timeless embrace.
