The Beach, Late Saturday Morning
The waves lapped at the shoreline.
It was a chilly sort of beautiful, Genesis decided, gazing out over the ocean. The sand and snow under his feet crunched with each step. And yet the ocean was unfrozen. He doubted it ever did freeze entirely.
Was there a cold strong enough to do that?
The wind moved briskly, stirring his hair and setting his coat aflutter and Genesis stood, arms crossed and looking over the ocean. He wondered if the ocean had ever felt heartbreak. That would be enough to turn it to ice entirely.
He shook his head, amused at his folly. Well and good enough, he was being foolish. There was time for that, however, as he waited.
[He’s expecting one, but totes open!]
It was a chilly sort of beautiful, Genesis decided, gazing out over the ocean. The sand and snow under his feet crunched with each step. And yet the ocean was unfrozen. He doubted it ever did freeze entirely.
Was there a cold strong enough to do that?
The wind moved briskly, stirring his hair and setting his coat aflutter and Genesis stood, arms crossed and looking over the ocean. He wondered if the ocean had ever felt heartbreak. That would be enough to turn it to ice entirely.
He shook his head, amused at his folly. Well and good enough, he was being foolish. There was time for that, however, as he waited.
[He’s expecting one, but totes open!]