Fog

It's been a warm, wet fall. Lots of fog, lots of rain. The sounds and smells of the sea travel in on the fog. A mile from the coast I can still hear the foghorns. The seagulls have been pushed inland, too. Although I can't see them through the thick weather, I can hear crying as they circle above. The biggest treat is the salty smell. When I close my eyes, I'm at the beach.