I step into the sea on a grey New Year’s Day. As I collide with a small wave the spray comes up to greet me, my lips taste salt and hope.
A small green leaf discarded by its tree holds seven perfect raindrops; the morning light transforms them into jewels.
The heavy metal ball lands with a thud on the crunchy shells of the petanque court. My first attempt is not very close to the jack. Not very close at all.