By Jonathan White
“‘It’s flooding,’ Lukasi, the elder, said.
It was a quiet beach, and to my eye there was no indication whether the tide was flooding or ebbing.
‘How do you know?’ I asked.
‘Fuzz,’ he answered…
‘When the tide is flooding, it picks up dust and pollen and insect larvae from the beach that sits on top of the water like a blanket. It doesn’t happen when the tide is dropping.’”