Sunday, March 18, 2012

the sea

Last Sunday the sky brightened.
The wind swept the clouds to the horizon and piled them up.
It seemed a perfect day to go down to the sea.
Pointing the car towards White Rock, we sped off.
Plenty of parking this time of year.
Sand stretched away, like a maze.
We zig-zagged toward the surf in the distance.
Wind numbed, we leaned against the cold and soon forgot everything but the sound of the gulls and the steady rush of the pebble filled waves.

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