The beach in the winter time is one of the most hauntingly beautiful places.
On this particular day, I had gone out for a walk, down the long expanse of ice and sand.
There were bits of driftwood too big to move and branches of trees that didn't belong. A dense fog rolled in with the waves, as gentle flurries cascaded with the brisk wind.
I was reminded, somehow, of Steinbeck's Tom Joad searching through the desert for his family, circa 1930, after he had been released from prison to find his entire world turned upside down.
On this particular day, I had gone out for a walk, down the long expanse of ice and sand.
There were bits of driftwood too big to move and branches of trees that didn't belong. A dense fog rolled in with the waves, as gentle flurries cascaded with the brisk wind.
I was reminded, somehow, of Steinbeck's Tom Joad searching through the desert for his family, circa 1930, after he had been released from prison to find his entire world turned upside down.
