Dark grey water washed over me as I paddled, biting my head, stinging my teeth. Offshore winds carried smoke from neighborhood fireplaces to my nose, reminding me of warmer places.
Birds hunted for fish and I for waves.
The ocean meant to us both more than gold.
Finally my icy, inflexible fingers could no longer paddle.
As I walked up the beach I thought:
I hope I live like this forever.