wild goose chase
between something and nothing
The sun sets, the tide obeys the resolute call of the unseen moon and draws away from the beach. A man appears, barefooted, carrying a sort of long-handled spade. A quiet man; he speaks to nobody as he sets about his business.
In the wet, shingled sand of the low tide he etches a series of circles. Carefully, methodically, unhurried. Circles…the most perfect geometric form, a symbol of the divine, a reputed source of mystical power venerated by older wisdoms throughout the globe. He imprints his mark upon the twilight-saturated sand, then pauses and rests his arms upon his spade.
He offers no explanation. He leaves as quietly as he came. Later the inexorable tide returns, the sand circles are swept away…which makes the circle complete.
Editorial note: A Flickr set of photographs showing the twilight circle man at work can be found here.
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