The morning Silence is broken by the soft lapping of the slackwater tide and the birds singing their morning song.
I quietly watch the golden rays of the rising sun cast a shadow on the rock, slowly making its way to meet the rooftops of the village.
The Heron stand still, statuesque, purveying the rock pools.
Tranquility settles the busy mind, providing a health-shot for the soul, nothing more required seeking restful respite.
Time stands still as the day moves on, providing its shelter from the world beyond.
The boat ventures on for its daily catch, providing its fresh bounty for the feast.
The tide comes in and then back out, no other distractions required as the day ambles to its end.
About the Creator
GARY DEAN
Started writing in 2009, after getting made redundant from my job. Now it is a hobby, something I can enjoy and play about with.
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Stuck in Place
Amy whistled as she walked through her front yard, looking for any sticks she could pick up and throw into the pile she and her brother were making. They had a big windstorm recently; as such, all the trees in their yard had suffered some damage in some loss of sticks. Or perhaps losing those sticks was a good thing since their trees probably needed to be pruned anyway. Amy wasn't sure.
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