17 August 2012
I was sitting by a window watching the sea. The waves running towards the shore. The landscape splashed together like paint.
I ran my fingers over the frozen window like a swish, circling my wrist.
From that water drops held the tips of my fingers.
As a grab a warming yellow coloured towel from the table standing by me to wipe of the bare drops before they end up being mine.
Watching The Sea • Opuss № I