Sometimes

In honor of a visit to the Scottish highlands my "sometimes", as suggested for Tuesday's quick write is going to be about the trail that lead above Scrabster Bay...

Sometimes

Walking alone...
watching the waves roll and crash...

Flying drops of ocean spray!
Leaving salty sprinkles behind...

Hearing the birds squawking!
Droning tugs sound their horns as they moved in and out of the bay!

Watching the fog roll in...
seeing the mist form...

Smelling the heavy salt air!
Pressing its way onto the land!

Feeling the pressure to retreat!
Moving away from the cliffs...

Heading for home...
Grabbing a blanket!

Curling up with a book...
Scanning for a mystery...

Reading alone!
escaping to another land!
...sometimes