THE BEACH . PART I

The morning woke up enveloped in white mist 

The stretch of sand a blank canvas

Wet by salty sea and the rain

Smooth, clean, untouched

Ready for sketches as I walked barefooted 

By my side the never ending thundery sound of the clear green cold grey water

The waves crashing rolling one upon the other

Rolling one after the other

Crumbling into soft foam and disappearing

The seagulls inventing a flight as I passed just to return when the distance was safe

Smart gulls!

Round shaped, rectangular shaped, unspecified shaped rocks lying along the shore 

Resembling fat seals waiting for rays of sun

Which would only appear much later in the day 

Praia da Areia Branca  -  4th to 7th September 2018