Suspense

Scattered, destroyed the sandy nest, broken shells tossed about and dry; all that was promised, unexpressed. A summer morning bright blue sky and calling seagulls on the fly hint not of savage summer storm that shook the ocean to her core. The beaches all have lost their form, sea bowels drained upon the shore, lives destroyed in the wild uproar. Quickly the atmosphere can change with so short while to contemplate; a hurricane will rearrange both human and animal fate. There is nothing to do but wait. Copyright February 25, 2022