I got sand in my shoes

I don't want to get sand in my shoes.
The horizon, barely visible in the dark of night.
The waves, come one after another.
The seagulls flew, startled by the car noises nearby.
The chatters of people, another background noise.
Thoughts crowd my mind, each trying to be heard.

I feel the sand seeping in.
The horizon, still a mystery in the moonless sky.
The waves, louder now, lapping at my ankles.
The seagulls, mere shadows against the street lights behind.
The chatter faded, drowned by the ocean's steady roar.
Thoughts quiet down, washed away by the tide's whisper.

I got sand in my shoes, and it's fine.
I got a vacuum cleaner anyway.