02 December, 2006

A Moment on a Beach

The obsidian brine of the bay softly laps at the wooden hull, gently rocking the small abandoned galley as it rests on the coarse brown sands of the beach while a thick ethereal fog, alive with the saline scent of the sea, strives in the gray half-light of the predawn hours to coat the billowy rigging and rows of banked oars in a thin veneer of glistening ice, and muffles the distant roar of the surf, revealing the stealthy splash of the rising tide and the creaking of the rocking boat.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love the smell of the ocean!