Rushing water, sharp stones, caramel tinted falls, two-toned rocks. Can you hear the roar of the wind as the water streams by.
Glassy water, orange sky fading into violet reflections before an abrupt change at the moss-covered pier. Can you hear the silence and occasional bird. Can you feel the texture of the wood and the fuzz of the moss.
The rocks climb across the shore to disappear into the haze of the bay. Headed toward the streak of color on the horizon. The sun’s reflection, faintly on the water.