March 21, 2016

Another Gray
Another Gray

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…”

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