the Sea without you

In the end, I went to the sea. Dogs were playing along the shoreline, and couples were eating sheltered by the rocks, watching the waves. A cold wind was blowing, but the waves were dancing and giving you time to think. The smell of fried seafood in the air led us to eat. At the restaurant they were serving seafood spaghetti, but I couldn’t bring myself to order it. The sea wasn’t all that beautiful after all.