Addendum to Fisher King

Several days later I returned to that section of the coast. 

The tide was higher, throwing itself onto the beach with such force it seemed furious with everything terrestrial.

 

I’ve known people like that.  Some are no longer with us.

 

I used to believe low tides ideal for collecting rocks.

Not so.

 

When waves land hard and so far beyond their usual mark (mean tidal zone), they stir up everything in their wake.

 

Dodging waves on this now uncomfortably narrow strip of beach, I found some new stuff, rocks that, once polished, could look like nothing I’ve ever seen or done before.

 

Yeah, yeah, but did I find that “mother load”?

Well, I found smaller stones like it.
And once in a turbulent mixture water, air and light, I might have enjoyed a glimpse of it. 

But the answer is “no”.  I didn’t find it.

Not this time.