My roman empire

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tyler.

I grew up as one of those white haired naked babies you see at the beach. Hunting for crabs. Eating sand. Poking dead things with a stick.

My grandfather was a birder, so when I was born, that was my destiny.

Every June we’d walk the beach and find the Piping Plovers. He’d say “Do you see the chicks?” And I’d say, “Yeah!” even though they were too small, too camouflaged, and moved way too fast for my eyes to adjust in time. Then one day I saw one. A cotton ball with toothpick legs, racing over footprints in the sand. Getting lost in the indents then resurfacing a second later.

This is my Roman Empire.