Write two haiku about: the ocean.
For no reason in particular. I was just running through a list of words in my head, waiting to hit one that both had potential and hadn't already been used.
A house filled with sick people isn't much fun. Thankfully it seems like Kat is almost over her cold, and we're hoping Max is as well.
Me? I'm still getting my butt kicked.
With a salty hand
it brushes the shore before
retreating once more.
* * *
A distant rumble
calls it to action; fear the
coming of the waves.