Close Joe Jennings Awakened by the harsh sounding but soft breeze. Shingle and shells slip beneath my feet. Paths of seaweed note the waters reach. Debris of all shapes and sizes hide in the rocks. The sea plays its song for everyone to hear. The shoreline is dusted in brown, fades to grey, and climbs again to green. Boats, alone, bob and sway, as a group they are still, but singly they move. This bay has been deserted by bathers, in their eyes, it is not beautiful but in mine, it grows more beautiful by the day. This liquid blanket has many secrets, Underneath lies a mystery. Dark and dangerous, the sea chips away at rocks. Unusually, this bay devoid of birds and wildlife seems an eerie place. But I feel safe in the emptiness. The water doesn't judge me, just repeats its movements over and over again. Almost recalling its steps as if it forgot something. Grey turns to white as froth crashes into the coastline. The sea, now nearly mirrors the colour of the sky. A storm seems imminent. Sitting closer, my lungs fill with pure air, drops tickle my face, washing my sins away. Never before have I felt so close to something so real.