Monday, 19 October 2009

A Walk with the Wind

A few posts ago I wrote a prose poem about walking along the shore on a very calm day. Today I did the same walk, making a detour on the way to the library.

And boy, was it different. There was a high wind. It was all about sound.

The waves didn't whisper. They rushed and wooshed, and they slapped against the beach groins. I heard creaking and clicking as the brave windsurfers manoeuvred their craft this way and that, but I heard nothing as they caught the wind and zipped past and up the harbour. One noisy boat chugged up the channel, while the yachts at mooring were jangling rather than tinkling.

It was so exhilarating.

I didn't have my camera so I thought I'd post this shot of some wild sea water by Mila Zinkova that I found at Wikimedia Commons.

3 comments:

Poetic Shutterbug said...

The sea has it's own different moods as do we and that's what makes the sea so comforting to us, we understand.

Hopeful said...

I love this description and how it was all about sound, from the rushing waves to the jangling of the yachts.

jakill said...

Hopeful, I couldn't access your blog from the link here. Not sure if that was intentional or not. Thanks for the comment anyway.

Jo, thanks for your comment too. Not sure why I didn't get around to saying that earlier.

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