Chestnut coat. Long tail swishing from side to side. With mincing steps the horse slowly approaches the sea. Ears twitching. Flaring nostrils. And stops. Waiting. Then a turn, and back up the slope. Slow clip-clop along the road. Homewards bound.
The boom of the tide woke me early today. Steel grey ocean, white banners flying on the wind. Waves rushing in, knights riding to battle. The seawall vibrates with their impact. A loud clash of water and stone. Spray splashes up and over, soaking the road. The wind is building again outside as I write this. Another rough night ahead. Lucia’s light will be twice welcome in the morning.