100 Words – Angry Ocean

It was one of those days when the ocean reminds you who’s the boss. Two miles away the air is already full of salty spray. The breezy morning is now a blustery afternoon. The clouds are threatening to punish me for my sins. My bike’s chain is squealing and jumping. The blowing sand has conquered what was left of a long over-due lubing.

Finally I reach the parking lot. The ocean is angry. The wind is fierce. I abandon the bike on the wet sand. Standing at the end of the continent I wonder once again what I’m looking for.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.