Gray

Gray Sky.
Gray Water.
The Harbour Entrance is still.
Sleeping now.
In eight short weeks it will awaken.
It is quite a workout to walk to here on the beach.
The snow is deep.
My footprints show dirty snow under last nights fresh fall.
The wind never sleeps.
It is constantly rearranging the sand on the beach.
The warmth of spring will reveal the changes.
Waiting.