The Shallows
Denim-blue water brushed thin over warm sand, with the seabed showing through wherever the tide wears the colour away. Near one edge a darker blue eddy loops back on itself, a current changing its mind mid-swim. The outside walls carry the tide-marks — blue stains sinking into sandy clay. Wade in; it never gets deeper than a daydream.
- Depth
- A daydream, at most
- Not Speaking To
- The Deep End
- Ideal For
- Paddling, metaphorically, in cereal
- Currents
- One, indecisive
- Never
- Out of its depth
