Discovery Passage. A beach with no one. Well almost no one. No wind. No sound. Just the lap, lap, lap at the shoreline. Just rocks and pebbles. And some seaweed plopped on a log.
"The ocean and I have many pebbles to find and wash off and roll into shape." (W. Stafford)
A grey day. Some mist. Some cloud. A lot of quiet. Still that lap, lap, lap at the shoreline. Like a cat lapping at a bowl of water.
"Come forth into the light of things, let Nature be your teacher." (William Wordsworth)
The Heron stands sentinel. Watching the ding-ding dopey seagulls shove each other off rocks.
One, particular, has taken it upon himself to make speeches . Brother Gull has found his voice.
And the gulls and heron wait for the salmon. The oodles and oodles of salmon that are still thronging to the shore. They are stuffed beyond belief. But still they hope to find more.
And the fishermen keep fishing. And there's still that sound of lap , lap, lapping at the the shoreline. Still quiet above all else. Just lap, lap, lap......( must be somebody's cat)
"True peace of mind and complete tranquility are only to be found in solitude." (Schopenhauer)
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