Everything was soft. Soft washes of paynes grey and ultramarine across the water filled sky. The sea was a cyan and raw sienna green with breakers of titanium white surfing across the sand. There translucent there opaque. Gulls swept up high against the wind and rain then dropped their prey. Swooping up and down, up and down until the shell fish cracked and became a meal. Miles of empty beach. Miles of painting and perspective thoughts.