30 September 2007

white horses

The white horses are gone, departed with a whisper. The sea's calm now and the night is settling with mild temperament. Pastel clouds brush the sky and the seals are swimming about with a nonchalance that only sea mammals can pull off.

The water on the sea walls is just a hush, a whisper, a memory of the sea's rage of the days before.

Perhaps that's why the seals are so nonchalant.

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