Rush

The power of wave and wind, a combination equaling a crash against the shore. Clear blue mixing with dirty brown from the local dredge. A beauty and an ugly in one patch. Stone, cracked from a fall, and smooth, washed in from the deep. Snow, piling in undulating dunes, twisting and moving in a variety of directions. Deep too, piled from days of falling.

This walk was not a regular pathway for people. You could see it being unkind with every corner. A pointless journey, to a pointless place, where only the ocean meeting the shore provided a redemption from hell.