The Dam on The Red Sea

All sandcastles start the same way — Collage by the author

She stands barefoot on the wet rocky beach. How old is she? Six or even eight years old? Who knows, she might as well have no age. She is not going anywhere specifically, nor she remembers her point of departure. She does not seem lost, though. She stands still on the beach with a calm expression on her face, enjoying the breeze on her cheeks, attentively listen to the music of the elements. In front of her, the vast wild ocean opens up: nothing on…