Today's OneWord: Cliffs

Atop the cliffs of Moher, I saw the sea spray floating across the jagged rocks, inviting me to jump and become the foam. The foam of a tankard that I had drunk from far too many times before. The suds of a bathtub where my father had lain in before his head lolled back and life seeped from him, starting with his failing heart. I did not think about the woman who had brought me here, who now took pictures of the view.