I’ve maybe taken liberties with the picture, but we all see in different ways, and that’s the point of the exercise, isn’t it?
For Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.
A concrete box on a rock, that’s all that’s left and the tide that goes neither up nor down because there’s no moon and no currents and no reason any more. The concrete box doesn’t complain at the lack of company or purpose. It exists, and when, perhaps a thousand years hence, its structure finally fissures and it crumbles into the unmoving water, there will be nothing at all, only water and darkness and silence.