Walking the Shore

My feet trod the silty shores of the Nile. A combination of silt and sand, I feel as though I am walking atop black, sticky cotton. Sinking in slightly, it is a slight strain snap the suction and continue the step. Lush patches of cultivated crops, grass and palm trees patch the banks and the northbound Nile splits the shores. The silt shoals look like brewed finely ground coffee grinds. The lapping waves create a milky brown froth, not unlike the top of a cappuccino, which floats above both the sand and the water. Song birds chirp their cheery songs heavily contrasting the barren desert only 50 meters away.