Art Walk Writing

The Quiet Coast

Whimsical silvers fade to navy stars as the sky prepares for dark. Churning waters do likewise below, a tumultuous rocky coast now flanks a gently stirring purple sea. The atmosphere echoes the change from evening to night in the boreal air. The only warmth that can be found is in the luminescent moon, and pleasant breath. Rushing waters churn to calm pools back then to a soft bob again.

Pastel pink hovers just between metallic gray sea and darkening lavender skies. Mist from the ocean breeze whip faintly over rocks. The bay is always an eventful place, much like the city nearby and it's inhabitants.