There is something about facing the sea

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There is something about facing the pushing curtain of wind at the face of the sea. The same wind that causes ripples in the sea causes creases on your clothes, causes your hair to flutter and causes a hurricane in your ears and an earthquake for your eye lashes. There is something therapeutic about being thrashed with the waves of the sea. Perhaps it is in these places that one finds their strength. Strength , I said the word aloud at this juncture to check if I had written it right. The sky is more clouds than sun and an airplane full of people is piercing its way through them. So many people could be on this plane with so many stories. There's a man in bright red shorts and a pale blue shirt fishing in front of me in the distance. I wonder if he sings. There are as many crows as there are plastic bags in the sea. It's filthy. The sky is a yellow blue grey and the water is a silvery blue grey. I'm a blue grey too. But inside, in the corner of myself, I've found a bit of myself. This afternoon another wave crashed on my stone and then went back into the sea. I watched another wave, another airplane, all at my very own splendid sky.