January 6, 2014 by geraldhornsby Mindful Writing Mindful Writing, River of Stones Leave a comment Sea, dirt-brown and churning, flotsam strewn along the promenade. Man and dog dodge puddles, seaweed, grey wood, plastic milk bottles, rope, dislodged concrete, carrier bags, and a dead gull. All of marine life, and death, is here. Share: