While in Porto we went to see the sea.
And walked out as far as we could
Lots of wild water, whipped up by wind
Flooding the walkway at times and the keeping the foundations wet
Out to the grafitti
of the crumbling lighthouse
And on the way back ...
Instead of thundering waves, a quiet hissing sound....
Coming from here, these small holes
I can hear it in my mind's ear, but did I make a video? no. So wrapped up in listening, and wondering why these vents were needed, here...
The slap of a wave and the sigh of the exhalation.
Venturing a hand above them and registering the force of the breath of the sea. But no video of the phenomenon. Imagine it.
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