The Sea foamed at the mouth with excitement over the wind’s
arrival,
she desperately wanted to play; waving at her
friend, the Wind blew the crests back in a
shower of sparkling drops - each a tiny prism in the sky
so many the view was hazy.
The Sea was eager to be a part of everything today; she
leaped with the
Wind and spread out into the Sky.
The Wind ran along the water, through the streets, and into
the harbor
ringing the rigging of the sailboats like cowbells as the
herd came
meandering home: “Clink. Clink. Clink. Clank.”
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Beach walks in the morning make for great subject matter.
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