The Hudson surges against the black boulders of the Nyack Beach shoreline. A woosh of water on stone is a chant in rhythm to the river’s tide.
Frankie bikes around a bend in the dirt-and-granular track. We follow on foot, content to be left behind for a time.
Casts a wide shadow
Wind caressing waves
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