We can now stand on the bluffs and look out at the seemingly endless sea. The waters rage below.
Waves crash into the rockface.
There is a light breeze that blows through my hair. There used to be an old man that would frequent these cliffs. He had many great stories and an incredible wealth of knowledge to share with us. As did he with his stories, I must now pass on the story of this man. The school bell would ring around three thirty and I would jump out of my desk and run for the door.