A Haily Shooer

Showers.  Breezy.  Wind driven all day.  My untethered kite is now in Livonian Square, Riga.  The fleeting turning waves were as a surfeit of surfboards, a muckle scalding fae the west.  Sea of milky porridge, big churning, a chastening wind, mermaids’ curses, fragmented seaweed.  The sea contradicts all that is terrestrial.  Green water, white water, briny water, inclusively wet water.  Salinity writ large.

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