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Calm before the storm
July 2023
Memories of a Cobble Beach Before a Storm
Driftwood rough beneath your hands as you climb up the frame of its bleached roots
Light scent of salt and seaweed wafting from washed up Irish moss and kelp leaves and empty shells
Tiny spiders skittering over and under smoothly rounded pebbles at your footsteps
Blustery breeze chilling through your jacket, coating your arms in goosebumps and tossing hair strands in your mouth and eyes
➜ You keep brushing them back behind your ears to no luck
Walking along the edge of the crashing waves, squealing with delight as you bound back from a surge of foam, the ocean reaching further than you thought it would
Stooping down to choose a pure white quartz piece, rubbing the smooth stone between your fingers
Collecting cobbles with veins of quartz through dark grey rock, building a heart or a star or another shape from the lines and leaving it for another to see
Shouting against the wind and the waves and the cold, words that are nonetheless carried away by the ocean’s fury
Clouds on the horizon, big and puffed, growing to massive size and clashing with the sky to flatten in anvils
➜ They look so soft and white, but you know they hide thunderous energy
Darker specks appearing on the cobbles around you before you’re finally hit with small drops of rain
➜ Light spots to spattering to downpour to drenched
Flipping your hood up and going to run for the car
Breathing a sigh as you slam the door shut, soaking wet with water dripping down your face and hair in beads, but grinning with excitement from the wild adventure.
before a storm-prima della tempesta
by-ascoltolelune
“before a storm”