Random Sandals

You see them frolicking in the surf line. Lounging at the high tide mark under the noon sun . Abandoned at the hard edge where black asphalt meets sand . Solitary, intrepid travelers they forge on. Separated from their owners, severed from their mates. Where are they going ?

From the beaches of California to Africa , Australia and Japan . Sailing the Pacific, Atlantic, Indian and Arctic Oceans.
Surfing the bow waves of supertankers and navigating the world's flotsam and jetsam, detritus and debris. Random sandals.