8 May 2012
I step closer to the edge, smiling.
The wind crashes into my side, and I stagger to the cliff top. I look up as the sea gulls wheel above me and scatter as each gust of the powerful gale prises them apart.
A single stag canters against the wind, closer to the edge than I am. I gaze at its silvery coat, shimmering in the salty air.
I wait, trying to plant my feet into the sandy ground as I strain my tired eyes against the roaring of the wind, leaving ringing in my head.
The sea air felt as though it was a wave, carrying and throwing the birds and boats in the current as it would on a stormy day.
In the harbour, the wind was like a bolt of lightning; striking when you least expect it, fighting the tide back to the ocean. Tiny turtles on the shore topple over and roll across the sand, letting the soft breeze on the ground unite the creature with the dark water. On the other side of the cliff, rocks smash into the cave mouths on the cliff face, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces.
The last ray of golden light onto the glinting water below me. I turn my head to the sea, staring at a single boat.
It was him. Finally, he'd come home.
The Gale • Opuss № I