Today's OneWord: Weathered

I stood upon the weathered stone and waited for the ocean air to hit me from the left, cooling the aches in my shoulder and elbow as I tried to forget the very concept of pain. It occurred to me that the walk to the shore had taken two hours, and my small village was nothing but a distant shadow behind me. The Atlantic was the only thing separating me from another continent, and I wished dearly that I had the endurance to swim the entire way across it.