Diamonds on the water,
salt on my tongue.
Barnacles patterning every rock,
oh how they mock
the water that tries to erode them.
Jagged rocks on the horizon,
and beneath my feet,
stopping only where the shore and tide meet.
I see the kelp swaying with the current,
and feel the fog kissing my cheeks.
Gulls chirp and waves crash.
A consistent cycle of the sea.
