In the Clouds

We took off running on the bluffs and then down to the beach. We played with every creepy spectacular thing we could find. It felt like running through a watercolor. I wouldn't describe it as having the sparkle or luster of the Atlantic, no, but it had this particular feeling to it. A pervasive damp gloomy gorgeousness that I wanted to eat, somehow. Or dissolve into.

It felt like you could keep going and going....

and going....

and going....

Until you forget about everyone else.

For the full experience, listen to this.