Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

@Rosalyn

very few things were as ugly or as miserable as a snowbound beach. the snow fell in thick flurries, and the grey sea consumed each flake in ashy slurry. if there was any beauty to be had in such a desolate strand, sandpiper labored to find it. presently the cairn girl stood at the swash line, unwilling to dip a toe in the bracing water. around her, grey settled -- the landscape undefinable and indistinguishable in the storm.