There are more ghost crabs than ever! I see their tracks everywhere on the beach, crossing and crisscrossing as they mark their progress from hole to hole. Sometimes they’re almost impossible to see; I think they respond to the impact of our feet on the sand, darting into tunnels strategically placed. When I stand very still and scan the shoreline, I can seem them scurry past, like the ghosts for whom they’re named. Eyes set on stalks watch from the rim of a hole, examining my presence and relaying the message to others. As I walk, I know I’m kept track of, though I may be oblivious. This sense of being watched is oddly comforting, as if I have a “beach angel” who keeps track of me. Thank you, Lord, for a world that interacts with us, for a world of watchers who remind me of your watchful eye and loving direction. I know always you watch over me. Amen.