Past, Present, and Pondering
Richness of crystal blue sky
Paled by feathered clouds
Hazy across gray blue olympics layered behind islands of the San Juan’s
Subtle ripples form in the stillness of placid salt water bay
Interrupted by coast guard waves and frigid breezes wafting crisp refreshment
Tentative sea gulls edging closer to people who may throw a scrap of bread and create a cacophony of mournful screams of delight
Mid February Beauty
©Belindabotzong2018
A flotilla of Canada geese ride the tide like buoys buffeted by wind and wave. They reach a waterfall of hose water with Seagulls screaming over the heads of fishermen cleaning the dock. One gull walks along the rail of a stairway while another is chased by the heckle of The ever bossy Crow. The rest toggle for position on a warehouse roof constantly on the move lifting and soaring and landing over and over hoping the fishing men can spare a morsel of the daily catch. They cry out in celebration, anticipation, and watchful investigation of what they might find to taunt the others. A rainbow forms over a gull pelted with hose water from the fisherman as the sunlight creates a colorful array. Sailboats speedboats ships and yachts create a spay of waves pushing the geese into safe harbor.
Fingernail moon tinged in pink hangs high over the bay and bids the setting sun farewell. Heavy breezes lift and release splashing waves. Watercolor strokes paint billowing sails on a backdrop of blue hued islands etched into the horizon.
Two gulls tango over deep slate colored tides rolling into the harbor. A red sailboat with crisp white sails turns back toward open water for one last roll in the waves.
Rose scented breezes blow over the park bench where two lovers lean shoulder to shoulder speaking softly of bittersweet things — past, present, future.
A thousand times they have graced this spot to ponder, to plan, to work it out, to sit silently watching that ever present and familiar view but never growing weary of its sameness. Never growing weary of each other.
Content to love and be loved. Comfortable in the silence or the sounds. Holding hands and reminiscing. Thankful to live in such beauty and their precious peaceful glorious life.
