Why did the footprints get tired? They were following in someone else's steps all day!

Walking along West Beach in Robe, I was captivated by the simplicity and beauty of the scene before me. The sandy shore stretched endlessly, marked only by a solitary trail of footprints leading towards the horizon. The turquoise waves lapped gently against the shore on one side while sand dunes stood guard on the other. The sky was a canvas of clouds with patches of blue breaking through. It was a moment that reminded me of the quiet journeys we all take, leaving traces behind us as we move forward.