Day 156

The view of the beachfront is so vast that it becomes monotonous over time. The sea billows, undulating, rising and falling, until you break the waves with your bodies. You sit at the shore as the tides rise.

When you visit the sea, you think the only direction is ahead, at the horizon where the sun might rise or fall; but beauty hides in the sky. Behind the mountain range you see a cotton candy of clouds, twirled and swirled by a faint rainbow.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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