This mornings briny air, and the clouds hanging heavy with salt. So laden they almost touch down on the sand. So hung and so full. On the verge of bleeding themselves dry.
The resident players of the salt leave behind bits and scattered pieces. Snippets known only to the sea and from the sea itself.
All characters of the oceans theatre play out their short time, hand in hand, all lending roles, all equally important.The circle of life.