Blade of water

Acrylic on wood. "On the shore the sea meets the beach. Sometimes gentle, calm, sometimes not so wise. The purity of a blade of water: Crescendo, decrescendo. The foam of the evenings, a violent surf, Set to the second, it’s harsh, it slams! Hastily, the thin layer sinks into the damp soil Time to appreciate its translucent millimeters. Shells and broken swells, wave after wave. Mixture of sunscreen, its quality, to say the least, rambles, Density of parasols planted in the fine sand, A lonely flip-flop in distress, will it find its other half tomorrow?