When my husband moved to Norfolk, we walked our dog on the beach in all kinds of weather. The best time was after the summer season, when sea frets rolled in at short notice. But they didn’t bother us, walking hand in hand, throwing a ball or a pebble for the dog. They seemed to tie us up like ribbons, protecting us from the rest of the world, with only the sounds of waves and seagulls as reminders that we were not completely alone on the beach.

embraced by sea frets
waves and sand sculpt pebbles smooth
the swells of romance

Kim M. Russell, 28^th February 2020

My response to Carpe Diem #1819: romance on the beach (haibun)

In the final regular episode in this CDHK Love Month, the theme is ‘romance on the beach’ and the challenge is to create a haibun with a maximum of 100 words…