It was a gray, toothpaste green color and the winds were driving it wild. Foam and waves and crashing and bitter cold, everywhere.
It was beautiful from behind a window.
There are days, and there are parts of this city, that make it feel like an abandoned seaside town. It has something to do with the wear of the paint upon the houses that line the water. Usually pastels that have been worn down to white and paneling, in parts. The picket fences around them that are too small, crooked and have given up. There is something both reassuring and other-worldly in their state.
There was a time I had wanted to meet you at the water.
Instead, I have come here alone.
Be well; be loved,
k.
(image: Julia Mangold, Untitled, 2014- 0301, 2014 pigment wax on paper via vjeranski tumblr)
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