Detachment

They gushed at the sight of the sea. Glassy. Mirrorlike. Calm. “Beautiful!”, they chorused.

I thought it was sinister, and wondered what death hunters lurked beneath the surface.

“The sand is so soft!”, they sang.

I wondered how much of the sand was composed of crushed-up human bones.

They were awestruck by the grandeur of the clifftop vista, the anguished roar as the waves slapped and beat the rocks below.

I wondered what it would feel like to jump.