Remembering...
The sky is gray... gray like the fading shadows of things that happened long ago and behind its crying clouds there is still a warm red sun hiding from the selfish whims of all of those that want to swim and for its absence today morn. The beach is deserted... like it was that day. Again the crowds are gone as if the lack of light would have chased them away, so I pretend it is just there for me, this wonderful wet beach, that brings my memories to life and I walk kicking the waves that like... Sign in to see full entry.