She calmly lets go of her hold to the shore, being pulled by the moon with an even greater force than she. Though she means not to disturb, her gentle farewell echoes a rippling cacophony off the red-green twisted metamorphic rock walls. The roar, though loud, is steady and brings a sense of calmness to the moment. It moves in a mesmerizing and soothing rhythm with no feeling of opposition. Everything in equilibrium.
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Seals and sea lions play in her wake while pods of pelicans fly gracefully above. The world wakes from the early morning call of the watchful ravens who rest peacefully along her exposed shores. A dense marine layer draws in over her surface, forming a mystical fog that rolls over the beaches and up the western slopes of the King Mountain Range. The light from the sun warps around the pines on the ridge and breaks through that fog in a craggy glistening glow.
Oh the beauty of the sea ~
