A chill wind blows across the beach
It finds the cracks in my coat
The sun is present but gives no warmth
A cold brightness makes the sand golden
But the distant hills are black
A solitary gull cries out
It sounds lonely, loud and mournful
The sea smells normal but neutral
A wave roars as it always does
But it lacks enthusiasm
It's autumn.

la_spice
blinking cold this morning, cloudy also in a misty way
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A lovely post - words and pictures in harmony