Sunrise. Ocean in motion. Solitude.
Sombre rumbling of the undertow and dull, sonorous slaps against the emerging rocks. Unpredictable and violent, they surprise.
The smell rises with humidity from the tumult of the waves, spreads through the air and lingers.
It reaches right up to the nostrils, to push into the recesses of the deep. Inebriating.
Meanwhile, the day, indifferent, lights up. Slowly.
The cycle repeats itself without haste. As always, since always.
