"Never so ghosted or small as when aloneon the fragile truce of this strand where skyand sea stretch what you can hold in the shellof your ear, your film of skin, between your eyes,standing on wrack and kelp amid the shooshof crisped surf on cockled sand and shore stones.From further out you feel the heave and thrashof black-green breakers, bull-headed hellbenders,white-tipped whale waves, as the swollen lourand weight of the world in water thunderswhile crosswinds girl and breach to scourand scrub clean the hollow and heft of yourself."-- from On Cloughey Beach by Alan Gillis
Montaña de Oro State Park, California.
