Grey sky morning



Grey clouds drizzle
over frothy waves
dancing over the wide expanse of the Pacific

Sea green waters
lap against
the edges of the cliff
a distant roar
a rhythmic beat
a quiet rest for the tired travellers

One can sit and ponder
Just looking at the infinite distance
the cry of seagulls in the air
Sifting through the memories
Casually, lazily
watching sailboats bob up and down
and d.r.i.f.t past
Tasting the salt-tinged breeze
letting it run through your hair