The ocean breeze gusts it's way across the waves in spurts and jumps, ruffling our hair and clothes as we walk out on the Pier. The sun shinning down warm upon our back and the blue sky overhead wistfully strung with white scattered clouds.
The lamppost bend their necks to nod in acknowledgment as we pass, the old weathered boards creak and grumble to the cold sea at their feet. A salty tang hangs in the air and sea gulls gliding past on the wind call out in weary cries. The ocean is welcoming us home.