“Really, if you think about it, the sun is one giant clock.”
Rebecca let the comment hang in the air between their beach towels, the waves crashing against the shore filling the silence instead. It didn’t take long for Sam to break it yet again.
“I guess sundials have been around for forever.”
Rebecca hummed in agreement, sitting up to look at the ocean and try to tune out her brother’s observations. The endless blanket of blue reached the horizon and far beyond that, not locked to the land like she was.
“And, like, the sun has been around for longer than the ocean, even.”
Rebecca clenched her jaw. If she owned a car, Sam wouldn’t even be here, but instead she had to beg him for a ride and sit through is inane chatter. She stood and walked towards the water. There was a puff of foam that the waves had stirred up lining the shore like frosting.
Through the wind she heard Sam shout, just loud enough for Rebecca to hear him, “Looks a bit like frosting!”
Rebecca let the comment hang in the air for a moment. Then, in nothing more than a whisper, she admitted to the ocean, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”