JW Waterhouse, “Miranda” 1908
My mind has been on a wintery beach, walking along, looking for sea glass and other treasures. Flakes of snow mix with the sea tang; I taste the salt on my lips. This week’s use it in a sentence has done nothing to quell these imaginings. I miss the ocean.
To quell the storm, she prayed on the sandy spit, sea tang and spray matting her hair, molding clothes to her salted body.