Mad Love

This endless stretch of concrete provides no warmth today. A thick haze engulfs this freshwater ocean in mysterious grey tones. Deep from within the abyss emerge the vessels that belong to the sailors who shy not away from any adventure. 

The numbness that is felt in my bones is a gift from the wind. It makes it hard to breathe, or think, or write.

And all of it is beautiful. 

The elusive weather does not deter much of anyone from walking this pier. Happy, chattering sounds fill the spaces in the bitter air as everyone sucks the last bit of life out of summer. 

It is the edge of our world. The place where urban civilians meet raw nature and dare to test the waters. Dreams are made and rekindled here, because in our natural state of being, we all have something like this to live for. 

This is mad love.