Grey and brown ruffled upwards as the wind had it's way with his hair.
Hands supporting a cup of steeping leaves.
Breath slow- steady- calm.
Feet burrowed into the sand in search of warmth.
Chair, a long wood plank that had spent it's life drifting among the waves.
Peace in this life.
She appeared around the bend, wrapped in fog and mist. His eyes rested upon her moving frame as she trekked nearer. From tad pools with sea anemones, trees with high branches, and cliffs with gapping drops she came.
His gaze shifted for a moment as a seagull inched closer to his log intrigued by the prospect of food.
Empty-handed the boy gave the bird what he had: conversation.
"Good evening, friend. How's the wind been up there? I'm sorry I was so thoughtless not to bring a snack to share with you. I hope this doesn't bode poorly for me in your eyes."
The bird's eyes just rested on the strange boy as he continued.
"I don't know if you'd like tea, but you're welcome to it. I was thinking to share it with that girl who's coming nearer, but I'd be pleased if you tried some."
No movement, it simply watched him speak.
"Well, alright. She doesn't always want tea either. I suppose I've more a liking to it than some. That's alright though, we all have our preferences. She, for example, likes... Oh!"
The bird alighted at that moment.
The boy turned and realized the girl had walked right up while he'd been talking.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"How's that seagull doing?"
"Fine. He didn't fancy a sip of tea, though. Would you like some?"
"No, I'm fine. Thanks dear."
"Of course."
She sat.
And they continued to sit, silently, looking at the sea.
