The wind whips viciously around the headland, buffeting me as I stand on the edge of the cliff. I can see for miles out to sea from this spot, where the white-tipped waves chop and dart in the winter swell and boats battle against the elements to try to reach the nearest port. Closer to the shore, jets of foam crash over the jagged rocks, a spray of watery ice raining down with every successive charge. The days are drawing in. It’s mid-afternoon and already the daylight is slipping away, the sky heavy with voluminous clouds that wrap the world in a grey blanket that affords no warmth or comfort.
I stare out across the bay, lost in the rhythmic pounding of the Atlantic Ocean. There’s no cleansing of my thoughts. The maelstrom out there is no sweet parody of what’s in my mind. If only the d
