“When the tide goes out, you can tell who’s been skinny dipping!” Tides, like moods, have their perks. This river receded – right where the fresh water and the sea water meet – leaving behind a mud flat. You wouldn’t see this… ordinarily. There would be a river here. Maybe even little boats on the river. You would look at the scene, file it away as a memory, an accurate reflection of of that place. The truth, if you will. You know what it looks like. Seen it, with your own eyes.
And then you come back at a different time, during a low tide, and the objective fact that was a reality and that you made your own, changed.
Tides are natures way of messing with mankind’s certainties.
You’d think we’d learn.