along the bluffs

I visited an old fort today, out in the fog, above the ocean on the bluffs, up North along the coast. Through old glass windows I watched the wind through the grasses, clouds drifting low behind a church roof's cross, beach and cove washed by waves. Late in the day the tourists took themselves back where ever it was that they came from. The quiet was shocking, compared in my mind to the hustle and life that would have been there in the days when it was lived in.

Walking down the road and pathway to the sea, that impression slipped away. I was left, blessedly with the ebb and pull, the shift of the pebbles under my feet, and that rush of the tide.

Ready for another week? ...as close as I'll come for now!