Rainy day at Etretat. Etretat, France.

The rain fell steadily as I walked along the beach at Etretat.
Gray clouds hung low and heavy.
Waves crashed against the cliffs in the distance.
I pulled my coat tighter.
A gull cried overhead, circling, searching.
The air smelled of salt and damp earth.
Rivulets ran down the sand into the sea.
The famous arches were shrouded in mist.
I was alone with my thoughts.
Memories mingled with the rain.
Life can be hard.
We seek shelter where we can.
On days like this, there is still a stark beauty to be found in the gloom.
​If we look for it.​