Where the ocean meets the shore, they wrestle for supremacy.
Day and night, in stealth maneuvers, they steal from each other; tides yield temporary victories, first to one, then to the other.
In storms, the sea makes power grabs for more sand and rock while the shore resists.
The ocean knows that, though it may be a long, long time in coming, it will prevail.
Note to self: Next time in Morro Bay, bring burdens to the shore where, like the sand and rock, they will wash away.