Ocean

The ocean has its silent cave, Deep, quite, and alone. Though there be fury on the waves, beneath them there is none. I took the dog for a walk near the shore. The waves were creeping steadily towards us. The groaning sea was riparian-blue, plinking of the wave-music was enthralling. Cylinders of light moved across the sea. The neon-blue sky was threaded with silver. It’s not often you get to see a sunrise-gold beach. That was our privilege as we gazed out at the slothful sea. The horizon seemed to be stitched with a silver line. Our serenity was ruptured by the raucous cry of a gull. The mesmeric beauty of its beat was heart-swelling. We realized then that the sea was its own master, kindling its own symphony.