Seascape

The ocean waves lapped at the shore, surprisingly calm given the storm that brewed out at sea. Purple-blue clouds hung low on the horizon, fading to more pastel shades in their relatives as they approached the shore. The water reflected the sky, green-blues highlighted with violet, turquoise, and the whitecaps of waves. A strong breeze gusted off the water, filling the air with salt spray. A lone seagull cawed overhead.

The shore seemed to be waiting for the oncoming clouds. Waiting for the bulging, blue-violet forms to move overhead and release a torrent of rainwater that would pulverize the sandy shoreline. For the waves to grow in size, rising like luminescent skyscrapers before collapsing onto the sand. They would shatter into white foam and liquid shards of glass. The ocean would collect the remnants, drawing the foam and the shards back just far enough so that the next towering wave could fall. The shore would take it all – the falling waves, the pounding sky-water. It would last for a few hours and then the ocean would quiet itself as the sky tamed its winds. They would both apologize to the shore with soft breezes and gentle waves, soothing the tousled sand.

That was hours off yet, however. The ocean was still being sullen, fighting with the sky as they worked up the courage to come to land. The shore was left to wait, listening to the seagull flapping overhead.