Maree

At the shore it is windy and cold. The fog hangs on the horizon. I like it best when I can walk right beside the water. It is clear for a foot or so, before it gets murky and green. The pebbles make a click-click-click sound when a wave washes in and then out. Strings of dried, black seaweed and crusty pieces of crab shells lay scattered on the rocks, among frayed strips of twine and sun bleached plastic bottles. Because I am looking down I don’t notice him until he is practically in front of me. “I have news,” he says. I turn toward the ocean.

48″ x 24″ acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas

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