He'd traded glossy red lips
for cotton pink sunrises,
for salt-splashed cheeks,
for steady, tail wagging devotion.
Learnt to appreciate the curve
of dolphins' backs slicing the waves,
high tide's bounty
resting upon sandy dunes,
the gliding ballet of gulls
scanning the undulating boundless blue.
Waves, sun, dogs. Pure simplicity.
by Margaret Bednar, January 30, 2014
This is for Friday Flash 55 - a story in 55 words or less. I tried to deliver a sunny, no snow story for the G-Man. Last weekend I visited the "winter' coast of North Carolina's Outer Banks. This photo was taken on Hatteras Island. We also ferried over to Ocracoke Island and I fell in love with that sweet, small town.
Below is a photo of a PERFECT shell we found. Many crash in with the waves and break upon the rocks and sand as they are dragged back and forth, but this obviously was gently deposited high tide. My daughters were so thrilled. We brought it home and cleaned it and now it is on display to remind us of sun, sand, and ocean.