Grey. The world was fucking grey that day. As if to make it all feel so much more unrealistic.
The sky didn't fit that day. And yet I remember it was grey.
We'd gone with Her to the beach, to get the towels. It wasn't a beach day - everything seemed to be too grey.
And then we saw the pier in the distance.
And hand in hand we walked to the pier and to the end of the pier.
One could feel the salty spray of the waves...
The smell of sea and rain...
The noise of the forces of nature...
Drowning everything away.
The rest of the world fades...
Her hair flying in the cool breeze
The endless blue-greyish horizon in the distance.