Above the calm peaceful views of relaxing water. Below, West Virginia record flooding shows the raw power of water
I’m thinking of travel blog on my second blog. I’ll keep posting pictures here. Reviews will be moved over here https://mark44028.wordpress.com/
Water, sand and Sun.
The key ingredients needed.
The brighter the Sun
The softer the sand.
The warmer the water.
Beaches get nicer.
Sounds of waves
Sounds of kids
Sound of wind
All dance together.
Worrys drown in the sea
Time slips beneath waves
Sun tracks hours
My mind stretches
Hoping to feel sand
Waiting for the day
To return to the Beach
Hmm, if I lived in Scandinavia would I load the North Sea with monsters to scare away others?
On side of maintain
Last year’s green oak, this year’s mahogany
It can even get your goat.
Washed ashore, mahogany looks good on sandy beach from a distance.
“Three rounds, you buy. I’ll swim out to the bouy and back.” Tony explains the bet a third time.
“Dude, if us had the guts you’d be back already. ” Dominic taunts him.
Whidbey Street is Puget Sound comes to an obscure terminus. The weathered wooden bar has a feature called Jumpers Landing. It’s where the drunk meets the Sound. The scene a slab of limestone hanging out inviting you into blue cool water.
Tony walks over to the landing. The sign of NO SWIMMING is powerless against the bar bet. The split rail fence provides a better launching point than the deterrent.
“Hey! Hey! GET AWAY FROM THERE!” Call from behind. Words said on a manner knowing their uselessness.
Tony doesn’t see the pod of Orca. They don’t care for Captain Morgan. But baby’s got to eat something.