Thought – provoking, poetic & visual / vivid.
What could be more beautiful than the shafts of light that reach into the water at certain times when the sea is clear and the sun is high, lined up in all directions like a hall of golden columns seen from far above, winking in and out of sight?
What could be more beautiful than the rolling Pacific swell on a stormy day with the rain pounding down, the water boiling like liquid silver, like a sheet of iron blue that pops and fizzles like a witches brew in the grey twilight?
What could be more beautiful than the sky the way it is when a stiff breeze has chased all the clouds away, and the moon and the stars burn onto the deck just like the blazing of the lighted creatures of the sea passing under the bow and you can taste the freshness of the night air cutting…
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