Mouse

This is a dream fragment from this morning. Been a while since I dreamt of the beach.

I am standing on a sand dune overlooking the ocean. My dad is beside me. The dune is maybe 5 feet high, and it's damp. The sky is dark and cloudy, as if it's been raining or is going to. I decide to go down the dune to stand on the beach. I look down at my feet as I go. I'm barefoot, and it's high tide; the water is right there at the bottom of the dune. It's clear and cool, and a few inches deep. I wade around for a little while, and then I climb back up the dune - not noticing that my footprints from before are gone - and I rejoin my dad.