based on a photo from this morning. the fog faded the ocean out so it looked like nothing, the end of the world. the cattails grew out of the short clay-earth cliff carved by two hurricanes. smooth dark rocks poked out of the low tide like speckles littered with pieces of seashell. the grass squished underneath, saturated with rainwater and melting snow. no one else was there. all you could hear was the highway across the bay and the seagulls here and there, disappearing themselves into the low foggy cloud above.