- When the frost covers the railway tracks.
- The sound of the ferocious seaside storms ricocheting from the windowpanes.
- The constant smell of spring,
- and the sea salt that finds it's way to your mouth.
- Nostalgia echoing every street.
- Bikerides behind the hall, down through trails and across mountaintops.
- Long, hazy walks across the promenade tracing the cliffside with your fingertips.
- The memorial, and the bench sitting beneath the mulberry trees overlooking the lighthouse.
- Collecting berries,
- and the car boot sales every sunday.
- "What men discard, the sea redeems."
- Knowing every corner, shortcut, walkway like it was engraved on the palm of your hand.
- And missing every inch.
mar 30 2012 ∞
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