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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 8:40:17 GMT
Henry! See the line where the sky meets the sea it calls me
And no one knows, how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me; One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go WORDS didn't count. NOTES Evening, Fall 1 |
"See you all tomorrow!" Henry's voice carried well over the other's voices. A few men waved toward him, some teased him about having someone to go back to. Henry simply let their teasing warm his cheeks before zipping up his jacket. Fall had finally arrived resulting in the ocean's wind getting colder and bitter. Grateful for the thick jacket, Henry gathered up his backpack and headed toward the stairs to the beach itself. Normally on cold evening like this he'd head home right away and eat something warm, but tonight was different. His boss, which happened to be his uncle, had let the entire crew off early. It was going to be Henry's first ocean sunset in over three weeks. For a young man that loved the water as much as he did Henry, he was overly excited to be able to just sit and enjoy the ocean's beauty.
Once his boots met the sand on the beach he paused long enough to pull them off. Tying the boots together by their laces he walked barefoot on the sand. It was older than normal and he knew he'd regret it later but that was a problem for future Henry. Taking his time Henry found a large tree that seemed to have drifted to the shore. He easily claimed said tree by brushing off the sand and sitting. This spot provide him a perfect view of the water and the setting sun. Withdrawing his phone he thumbed through it for a few moments before pulling up the camera. Setting up a good shot, Henry took a few pictures before putting the device away.
Letting the salty sea air whip at his hair and bite at his cheeks, Henry embraced the beauty of the setting sun and the cold of the fall and coming winter.
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Post by Stat☆ on Apr 24, 2017 4:58:20 GMT
| ▶ | The noises at the pier were nowhere near relaxing, and neither was the fishy smell. Cyril thought to himself that perhaps he should not sleep in random places in public. He let out a loud yawn, taking his headphones off his head. His playlist looped for the third time, playing the same couple of hundred songs he was getting tired of.
There was no sense in listening to his music anymore for the day. Instead, he blinked sleepily toward the setting sun, watching the sparkling ocean underneath it. There were loud dock workers nearby, but he tried to ignore them so they don't bother him either.
Deciding that staring at the sun would do more harm than good, Cyril laid down on the dirty pier. It didn't matter, he will just shower when he gets home. Cyril let out a bored sigh. What could he possibly do to make the day end faster that didn't require exerting too much energy? |
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2017 3:55:51 GMT
Henry! See the line where the sky meets the sea it calls me
And no one knows, how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me; One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go WORDS count here NOTES its trash. i'm sorry. |
Henry rose back up to his feet, kicking the sand off his boots before heading back. He didn't have anything to do besides cook dinner for himself. Content with spending more time doing nothing, he found his way to the pier.
The old structure provided him a sense of nostalgia. Old memories of chasing after his uncle, the feeling of living without fear. For a brief moment Henry wished he was back at the sweet tender age, but instead he was working his hands rough to provide for himself. Not that he really had a reason to complain.
Heading further down the pier, Henry paused as he noticed someone laying on it. Slowly, to avoid scaring them, Henry cleared his throat to bring attention to himself.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned that the person was lost or worse, hurt.
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