The Chalk Green Sea

Cliffs rise from the sea.  Gulls swoop and dive.  Their calls echo against the chalk.  The sea tides to sand-shingle and pools and crabs.  The lighthouse calls out on foggy afternoons.  Those were high summer days when swimming was cold and bare feet felt the flint pebbles.  Our dog dug holes in the sand.  His paws clutched the air.  There were blankets and sandwiches and flasks and picnics.  Pine trees stood above the path.  Seas plants scented the salt air.  All around, the channel and the chalk green sea.