May 25th, 2020 | 0 Comments
Scuffing barefoot to the edge of the continent this morning I saw the gray sand matched the gray sky. Turquoise-gray waves matched the turquoise-gray mud sliding down to the sea from liquefying cliffs. The black dog matched blackened beach logs from someone’s weekend campfire. The white sun matched white wave crests and a few spare agates along the low-tide trek to the creek.