It Will Get Lighter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

this will be about a slug

wait what is that