From the rigging of his yacht as it enters the bay, Terai Lohannaso experiences:
fresh, salt wind;
brilliance on whitecaps;
sapphire and emerald waves, swirling, rushing and chuckling;
the waves' vigor throbbing into him;
wheeling, piping gulls;
forested hills encircling shore and town;
a cataracting river;
ripening hay fields;
looming cloud banks, shadowed and goldened by the sinking sun.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
Altho I'm just a city boy, I do appreciate Poul Anderson's descriptions of the beauties of nature.
Ad astra! Sean
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