As the tides rise and fall, there’s a paradigm of serenity. It lasts only for an instant before the wave falls. The sun reflecting off of the baited blue, the wind blowing the salt-encased air ashore. With my hand in yours, l ask you to meet me there, as when our fingers interlock is the only time that this fleeting instance feels like an eternity.
Kevin Lowman is a third-year Marketing major