
I wasn’t even sure where the horizon was. You can tell these gray mornings are a special to me. The tide was high and roaring, with the stones rattling mightily on the outflow. The sand comes and goes; the stones come and go; the tide just keeps on coming.
The sun comes out in the afternoon, as if to say, “See? I was just hiding for a bit…”
You’ve got a lot packed into this picture and these words. Thanks!