ic notes and random gab

The recent blizzard has left our fair beaches derelict and empty. Ekera, what tragedy, when they have always been such a bustling source of life and joy. Now mine are the only footprints that mark the land at the ocean's end, but not within the warm wet sand. The Beast of Winter's breath does not fall on the islands of my home, but I did not know that it caused such problems for people. While I do not mind enjoying company and talking philosophy from the warm waters of the bathhouse, I say, it is not quite as enjoyable as when done beneath the sun or within the waves. I pray my mother's tides bring us back to these days of warmth.