Return To the Sea

Windless, the somber winter shore is welded imperceptibly to the ashen water, the horizon hemmed by distant dams of fog. Advance, advance. Gloveless, the chalky hands stand out starkly in the pervasive greyness, charcoal vestments completing the monochromatic movement. Disperse, disperse. Gritless, the soft sand absorbs all. The solemn sea tastes of tears, warmer water, almost amniotic, the all-mother's hypnotic allure. Recede, recede. Relentless, a distant bell dutifully tolls. The shivering figure rises, reluctantly trudging to the waiting limousine. Return, return. February 5, 2016