20 February 2021
Beach
The sea spreads and retreats into ranks, rhythmic, placid. Like a beating heart, it pulses. Each breaking of its waves on the shore comes a little closer to my feet. The tide is rising. The moon watches me. Its light illuminates every grain of sand: it makes the night less night. If it weren't there I wouldn't have noticed the silhouettes of the seagulls in a row, on the rocks, a few...