It’s cloudy,
I climb onto grey rocks,
Look out where river meets sea,
Rolling, rough, powerful waters.
Walking along the breakwater
To the end.
Where:
There is only
Clouds & sea, & me.
Connected.
Shafts of light
Slices through the clouds
Plunging into the water.
Stirring rolling tides of happiness.
365 Short Memories 
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