Today's OneWord: Alone

Here I am, alone again. Here I am on the southern shore. Here I am tuning a mandolin that keeps going sharp in the salty air. Here I am with frail fingers, wishing I could a boat that could take me all the way across the ocean to a brand new ocean.

There is the boy building a castle. It will turn gold in the fading light. He will be king for only a moment before the foam washes power away.