This is a dream.

Staring at a sunset on a beach, the water laps at the feet - the eddies as they pass around the heel move the sand, the heels sink. A coffee cup keeps you company, its familiar weight comfortable in the left hand. The wind blows through your hair, the salt breeze sticky upon your skin, the sea breeze scent surrounds.

The sun, in its infinite wisdom, falls below the horizon. Turning around, you view the dark silhouettes and the reflection of the moon off the microcosms of broken shells, reminders that the sea is old. It is smooth but... there, you see footprints above the shoreline, someone having walked along the shore past you even as the sun began its respite.