and sometimes you can feel it – you are a perfect membrane. a skin with just enough space between your cells to allow the passage of time past and present, emotions near and far, and memory of love and longing. and the experience itself is older than the sand you stand on and has been drawn out by the movement of the water since the beginning of time. and breathing in and out connects you to all who have been here before. just like this. just like you. and you know it’s the truth because it always has been, over and over.