The Shore That Keeps Moving
Once, my child went to the park by our compound to look for friends to play with. He didn't find anyone, but he lay down quite contentedly on the round archway. I took out my phone to take a picture of him, and he caught me. Lowering his voice, he said, "Don't make a sound. There's a bug on top of the archway (I don't know its name), and it's crawling very slowly." He just lay there, staring at it, as if guarding some enormous secret. I stood beside him for about two minutes. My legs began to ache, and my mind drifted to what we should cook for dinner. Suddenly he said, "It turned." There was a very serious kind of surprise in his voice.