Plumbing the depths

sunset at the beach

She sits on the beach, gazing longingly out along the horizon. Only at sunset, sunrise breaks too early. and she hoards what sleep she can achieve.

At dusk the water takes on an ebony sheen. Nothing like the crystal clear, emerald of day, where she can stand chest-deep in the waves and still see the ghostly white fish swimming around her even more ghostly white legs.

It’s the blackness that intrigues her. She wonders at the mysteries hidden in its depths. Even white-hot Sol can’t illuminate the secrets of the sea. Sinking into the ink, the sun hisses its discontent at having to go to sleep.

She envies the sun, that it can rest for so long, while she struggles for every minute of slumber. Then she sees the first star come out, and she knows the sun would be jealous of her.

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Week 53: Inspired by “Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.” ~ Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, Meditations, 200 A.D.

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  1. “Sinking into the ink, the sun hisses its discontent at having to go to sleep.” Love that. And the photograph is just so peaceful.

    Speaking of photographs, I adore the current header!

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  2. In speaking of the in between, the purgatory of our lives even as we’re living them, you captured every single emotion I have in those times.
    Where sleep is so healing and welcome, where it is the only place she can feel like herself. I hate to admit I have times like that very recently.

    There is something so peaceful about sunset, knowing that a warm bed, an escape if you will, awaits and you wish for slumber. No tossing and turning, but true sleep.

    there is a time for loving the sunrise, the hopeful anticipation of a whole day stretched out in front of you, but for this piece, you captured that longing for a darkened, healing time so well.

    love the picture too.

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  3. Love this “It’s the blackness that intrigues her. She wonders at the mysteries hidden in its depths. Even white-hot Sol can’t illuminate the secrets of the sea. Sinking into the ink, the sun hisses its discontent at having to go to sleep.”

    BTW, is Ebony Sheen, Charlie’s sister?

    great word choices and flow, yo

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  4. This photo is beautiful, and also has a similar feel to 2 blog posts I published back in November last year just gone, a wonderful view and just by looking at the photo, it feels comfortable to look at and I could look at this photo any day and never get bored, a blog post very well done. Happy New Year 2014 by the way!

    Alex
    -Mother Nature | Life at the touch of a button.

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