The air was still, a hush so profound I could hear the whoosh of my heart beating. A shimmer of gold spread over the surface of the bay as the sun slowly rose above the tree line on the opposite shore.
I sat atop the seawall, gently blowing on my hot tea, waiting for the day to begin.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. An elegant aviatrix, flying low, trailing a wingtip in the golden sea. I watched as she skimmed the water, never lifting that wing, never making a sound. It was as if she knew I was there and didn’t want to disturb my meditation.
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Very peaceful, I liked that.
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I absolutely love the image of the morning wind blowing on your tea. It calmed me immediately. What a gorgeous image you set.
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Beautiful! I love your header too.
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Beautiful photo and description that sets the peaceful scene 🙂
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beautifully written and wonderful photo – K
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Gorgeous flow and the words fly with passion. Well done.
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What I really think, since you asked (:)) is that this is lovely.
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