It was a sea surge, but on such a small scale that it was terrifying for its sheer ability to missed or mistaken for. If only the tsunami’s were like this. Lake Missoula came bursting through its glacial cage, digging out everything in the Pacific Northwest, carving its legacy into the memories of every culture it touched, and it did touch many. You cant raise the global sea level without making a few enemies. The scablands and erratics tell us that “glacial” is not synonymous with “lethargic”.
We walked in a child’s trap, harmless, possibly annoying. This pathway that wasn’t. Carved out by the tide, it’s best and most sinister work would only be to produce a few salty and cold feet and perhaps a few angry words. Maybe it is nature at it’s most insidious laziness, using man’s foot path as it’s highway to marshes beyond. Using our destructive foot power against us.
Equality in it’s punishment.