Three Tides, page 9 of 12

Dawn lowers her head close to the still pool and studies the face the water gives her back, while Pip carries a leaf-boat hull along the sand above her.

Two tides. She spent one of them looking at ordinary things: the doorway, the boatyard, the reed with his mornings on it.

At the end she looked a while at the pool itself, at the face the water gave her back, as if to learn that too.