Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
it is hopeful
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Thank you, Jack