The summer Sunday was calm with a capital C. Not even the ocean could summon the energy to send waves breaking onto the shore, choosing instead to kiss the sand with subtle ripples.
Gulls either stood with eyes narrowed to sleepy slits, or drifted lazily overhead on thermals. Their normally raucous calls were absent.
Sun and clouds did half-hearted battle, neither caring which won the day, and in the end settling on an afternoon of diffused light.
As for me, with lethargy so predominant what was there to do but stare vacantly at the distant meeting of ocean and sky and give my thoughts free rein to travel where they would.
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