Yesterday’s blue is hidden under thick cloud. Steel grey ocean reflects the sky. Eyes closed, I listen. Waves curl towards the shore, hitting the seawall with a gentle thud. Stones roll under the water’s wake as it pulls back. Wind whistles along the tideline, summoning the birds. Somewhere a dunlin replies, a chirruping call. The oyster-catcher shouts a warning, and the gull screams on its way past. The world drips, gently feeding the ocean. Time turns, and the cycle is complete.