Today we walk on the beach at low tide. Grey clouds paper the sky. A fine drizzle of rain coats the air. Everywhere is empty, uncovered, flat and raw. The sea has gone somewhere to dance with someone else. Seagulls streak across the sky. Puddles lap against brown sand, whispers of what is to come.
2 comments:
I love this--photo and words.
Thanks Cynthia. I've been walking a lot at lowtide, enjoying the empty space
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