My natural habitat is close to the campfire and I breathe words the way that some men smoke.
I have lived by the ocean for nearly four decades. I have listened to the waves talking to the shoreline. I have heard the old ghost stories told around a thousand campfires. I have listened to the sea gulls complaining about the fishing.
This is the first of what will be a series of stories based around the sea.
You don’t have to read every one, any more than you have to count every wave that rolls up to slap itself upon the beach.
Come here and give a listen.
I’ve got a tale for the telling.