We walk along the shore. The wind is almost gale-force and the sea is brown, white and furious. The clouds race to form and re-form across the blue sky, as though captured in stop-motion photography. The beach is a vista of blue and grey pebbles littered with white and cream shells. We try to speak, but the wind seizes our words and throws them in opposite directions. Temporarily mute, we can only stand and stare at the expanse of water in front of us.
We sit by the breaking waves and I put my arm around her. The emptiness of the view empties our minds and words become unnecessary. For a moment we are just two people with our backs to our everyday existence and no desire to turn around.
Posted by Hg on Sunday 28 April 2002 at 20:11.
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