Penelope Plati

Absolutely nothing

And I sat there by the shore, looking at the sea. It was really cold, and the gloves were barely keeping my hands warm. Most of the time, it was calm and rhythmic, but on that day, something had changed. The color of the water was a deep blue, almost black, and it flowed clumsily and wildly, as if it carried the furious guilt of the world and could no longer bear it. I was staring at the angry, rolling waves as they crashed against the naked cliffs and greedily embraced the shore.