Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The mist over the sea comes in hard White fuzz, silencing the horizon While the shoreline cracks and hammers Wave after wave of angry Turning tide. The town gathers anyway Braving the blustery spittle High-vis high octane madness: Carts and coats and concerts Singing… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day One: Hornsea Mist”