Slack Tide. The Sun rays echoed out from beyond the East. The magical sight of an orange ball rising out of the sea never disapoints. It's been that way since the beginning of time. Fingers of light crept past the sand and lit the old City with a palette of colors yet to named..It was Slack Tide.Sound came in rhythms as the Ocean pulled away, always within reach. She watched and waited, patient, knowing her time would soon come again...It was Slack Tide.The breeze rolled from the Sea and brought with it the fine mist of Salt that seasoned the old town. It settled on everything and everyone,enhancing them with flavors that were as deep and rich as Charlestons 300 year old Soul.It was Slack Tide.For just a while the World had pulled away. It had left its madness and confusion and noise to those less blessed to be right here, right now.For now the world was that of tide pools, white ghost crabs and sound of seagulls echoing off the warm Carolina sand. Small waves gently teased the coast like a mother caressing the sleeping face of her child.It was Slack Tide. Half awake, half in the land of summer dreams. For a moment, for one perceptible moment, all that has been, all that is and all that will be..... meet.It was Slack Tide.R.Sweat