CLOUDS

 

CLOUDS

Her mind had been clouded since his death, wondering if she had done enough to ease his fears. The peace she had once craved was overwhelming, the half-written books untouched, even reading was an effort.

Shaking herself out of her torpor, she drove to the coast. The waves washed the shore, as they had done since the only life on earth was amoebic. Early man had fished those waters, warships sailed, spacecraft splashed down, and the tides had risen and fallen regardless.

From behind the clouds a ray of sunlight hinted at a brighter day.                                       

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Thanks to Bradley Harris's photograph, I've decided it's been far too long since I walked by the sea, and I only live a few miles away. As a teenager I found the ceaseless sound of waves on shingle soothing, so it's definitely time I tried its magic again!