The Courting by the Sea

All sweethearts like to sit on the bench at their cottage door, when night falls. Yann and Gaud did that likewise. Every evening they sat out together before the Moans’ cottage, on the old granite seat, and talked love.

Others have the spring-time, the soft shadow of the trees, balmy evenings, and flowering rosebushes; they had only the February twilight, which fell over the sea-beaten land, strewn with eel-grass and stones. There was no branch of verdure above their heads or around them; nothing but the immense sky, over which passed the slowly wandering mists. And their flowers were brown sea-weeds, drawn up from the beach by the fishers, as they dragged their nets along.

Adrian Diaconescu

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