Saturday Morning

The cool breeze and the young sun took turns at playing against the back of my neck, The sea was alive with a full and low rumble, the water beneath the rock doing a majestic gurgle. The waves rustled into the crisp air, heavy with somnolence. To my left was the city shrouded in the morning mist, a Saturday was not hers to wake up to.

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