I dug this hole. I was looking for a clam, but couldn’t find it. So, Mae decorated it with rocks and filled it with fresh sea water.
It was a place for her to soak her feet.
It was a place where we might dump some hermit crabs.
It’s quite possibly a place where some kid will dump a dump or a pee; for the ocean is our toilet.
It’s a place that will soon be forgotten, for it is low tide, and time to wade across to the bigger, nicer beach. On to bigger and nicer things.