I've been writing. Heres a fragment. Happy january.

To the east, and inland again, cliffs shake the skeletons of trees up into the sky. The current swings trash into this little inlet and dumps it there as if weary of the treasured bones of human waste. The beach here is a mere pile of stones, multiplied many times over and coughed up at the ocean’s feet.
No osprey lives in this bay.
On the cliffs above once stood a city, resplendent with lights, music and the smells of millions of happy people; fried food, fish gut, coffee, sewage, smoke, fennel and spice.
In the center, just under two miles from the cliff edge stands a tower once bright with mirrored sides. Now it is dark and shattered. At midday, however, when the wind picks up the fog and throws it out to sea like a gaseous skipping stone, the furious sun strikes the tower like a bell of pure light.
The biggest Shiny there ever was.