Marklr.

As I sit here watching te waves come in I see an empty horzion. rarely the spike of cold pain hits my soles as the waves come crashing in. more frequently, a passerby wanders in front glancing at me (or rather, my lap) with a look of disgust or curiosity. “you take big risk!” a bavarian voice cries, i laugh as the next crash crystalizes before me. Pidder paddering as te next wander goes by. Porkpie hat, plastic coffee mug.

The ocean’s colors aren’t uniform: a deep blue here, a turqoise there. I want to be near the turquoise.

A rush as the waters supply the next wave, but nothing comes in to be worthy of such preparation. The ocean rises. Just before te crash, i can see a crosssection of the life contained within. Algae. Multiple waves now. Larger and larger. None reach me. Perhaps I should move.