Tauno and Eyjan, merman-human hybrids, swim to intercept a kayak convoy.
Cold, blue, salt water whooshes, gurgles and roars: five senses if the salt is smelled as well as tasted. The sensory assault continues. The water also tastes of life, deeps and distances. (We have had a smell of distance before.) Choppy water rocks the swimmers. Green shimmer overlays multi-shaded blue black whitecaps. Wind is sharp. Sky is gray. Gulls cry. Cliffs are dark. Meadows are autumnal. Peaks are snow-capped. Inland ice is bleakly bright.
Next comes a description of the Inuit and their kayaks.
7 comments:
Kaor, Paul!
Ugh! The idea of swimming in such frigid waters makes me shudder!
Ad astra! Sean
Greetings to All:
Dr. Shackley's daughter emailed to inform me that because of problems with his computer, he will not be coming back until Good Friday. Which, of course, we regret!
At least this will give time for Paul to catch up with other reading!
Ad astra! Sean
What a pity -- he's always worth paying attention to.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
I agree, even when either of us feels compelled to dissent from something he says.
Ad astra! Sean
That will indeed make it a good Friday.
Kaor, Jim!
And I'm currently reading, in alternation, Anderson's ORBIT UNLIMITED and Volume 2 of Solzhenitsyn's MASSIVE polyphonic novel MARCH 1917.
Ad astra! Sean
Greetings to ALL:
Dr. Shackley's daughter wrote to me again and informed me her father's computer will still not be ready until Monday, April 18. Which, of course, we all regret.
Ad astra! Sean
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