It had been some time since he had walked down this dock.
Everything was new to him once again. It had been too long. The boards under his feet felt brittle and rugged - poking at his feet - splinters toying with the idea of jabbing him. The air was heavy with the smell of algae and salt. The water around the dock hadn't moved in some time. It was covered with an organic covering, green and healthy, pumping oxygen into the air.
The breeze flew up the pathway, blowing his hair back form his face.
He couldn't remember how much longer it was until the beach, but he knew it was there, for he could hear the gulls chittering away in the afternoon sunlight.
His gulls are chittering away, mine are laughing!
ReplyDeleteHeading to the beach this afternoon - I had not made up my mind to go, until I read your story. Thanks!
ieyu, ilys!