Footprints at Midday

When crossing the salt lands one often comes across footprints; remnants from previous travelers. There are some alone, some in cluttered groups, some accompanied by deep wheel trails and others followed by the shape of hooves, paws, claws. Going from places unknown to unknown places.

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They walk upon salt and sand long exposed after the ocean left. The salt sticks to their shoes, shells crunch underneath.

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Sometimes, the salt beds reflect the sky after a storm. On those days it is possible to believe the ocean once covered the area yet, the reflection is too still. Only children can imagine diving into the salty depth. In their minds, they can see the creatures the shells once housed; those that moved in bottomless water. To everyone else it is simply a place between, where footprints can be seen particularly well at midday.