A million raindrops dance on the sand every second, like drops of paint making a mark before settling into the smooth, yellow bed. Crazed, fiery waters tower like dragons for a mere millisecond before collapsing into the jagged, harsh rocks below. The few albatrosses hiding away in their small, intricate home on the bumpy cliff face wait for a gap in the rain to catch fish for their young. Water, the pure element, has stilled all nature here.
This cove, a quiet, rarely visited hideaway is the perfect place for a calm, solitary walk when its dry; the surrounding grass bankings like a child’s play pen, create a feeling of protection from the outside world. Today however, the elements are at their most fierce as they tussle up against each other. The waves of the water hurl towards the screaming wind which charges with the power of an angry army of soldiers. A strange war to take place on August 31st. A war that only the albatrosses will see.
3pm. No sun on the last summer’s day, but instead a grey, mushy blanket as if to personify the looming reminder that school starts again tomorrow. Summer is over.
Finally, the cove has a companion. A thin, dyed-black haired teenager emerges over the grass bankings, hands shoved firmly into her jacket pockets, hood down firmly covering her eyes. She walks without bounce as she makes her way along the sand, headphones blocking out the exterior world. Stopping directly at the centre of the cove, she stands for a minute, staring into the crazed sea before tucking her knees into her chest and hugging them. Now sat down, a single tear makes a thin, weaving path down the girl’s face.
For an hour, she sits there. Still at the centre of nature, the enraged elements still fighting a howling conflict and the albatrosses still waiting for the rain to halt. But the grassbankings are her safety net. She can cry all the tears of a teenage heartbreak because a million cars may zoom or slug past and still, the rarely visited cove would go unnoticed. A secret jewel of nature.