Exercise 1
Although the bright song of the birds
would suggest sun, I feel as though it is overcast. The clouds are
moving quickly over the beach.
The beach is empty, outside of me.
I
am walking along the beach. There are pieces left behind from a
child's day at the beach; a shovel, a broken sandcastle, buckets
still half full of water.
The waves are growing, crashing, getting
louder.
I step out onto the water, it doesn't make sense how cool the
water feels, it should be cold enough to end shivers over my body, but it is perfect.
I take a
seat in the water, it starts to rain. I am in water up to my neck now
as the waves settle.
I look around, and the beach is full of
families, but they are late. They have missed the moment.
They weren't here for me anyways.
The sun is
peeking out now, its far too hot of a day for me to be on the beach,
I pick up the child's shovel and bucket, and walk down the beach.
Written while listening to "Halving the Compass" by Helios
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