The small boat anchored just
offshore seemed to enjoy the rhythm of the rolling waves. It looked more than content; it looked
inviting. Not that I had any desire to
be sitting out in it. Just looking at it
with an artist’s eye it appeared to nicely blend into its surroundings. There is a harmony about it. Unfortunately, I had neither my camera nor
the talent to paint it, so here it shall float on the surface of this paragraph.
I’m fairly sure the seagulls
agreed with me. Their calls are frequent and close. In fact, one has just landed
and perched on the side rail of the small boat while I'm sitting here watching it. It too, looks like it is enjoying the slow rolling motion. Such
freedom, to fly anywhere, land on whatever and enjoy the moment.
If it weren’t for the smell
around here, I’d enjoy it a great deal more.
Maybe it is the stench of fish that keeps the birds hanging around. The word stench, in this instance, is right
on the mark. Wow. I’d like to stay here long enough to watch
the sunset, but I don’t think my nose can take it anymore.
This will be my last trip down to
the beach. Tomorrow we move to yet
another town. I’m glad I made a point to
get down here one last time. I think I
will carry the image of the floating boat with me for a long while, and maybe
this smell in my clothes as well.
1 comment:
You painted such a beautiful scene in my mind - and then brought back the stench I remembered from the fish market! Boo Hiss
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