The sky a grey filter; blotting the sun into a large glowing splendor in the heavens. I sat on Hopeall island; taking in the coldness that has become the mean temperature this week. The sea calm after days of gale force winds.
I crossed the bay to the headlands to take in the majestic beauty of these towering cliff's. Relaxed on sumptuous beaches and drank fresh water from her streams.
Holes worn by eons of pebbles circulating in the tumble of surf. A progress that doesn't have the confines of fatality our human frames are confined with. Nature carving for thousands of years till the pebbles break through one day; slowly floating to the seabed.
Another day on the brine.