End of Line

I balance all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

-Yeats

I remember the light ocean breezes and the crisp winter days and the low tide afternoons.  But now it all seemed behind us.  The change wasn't in the beach or the rocks or the waves it was in the people.  And it was a change we couldn't control.  People went away and came back changed.  Some got married, some moved inland and some searched for new spots.