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Atlantic Colors

Posted on | June 12, 2008 |

When the sun rises lighting the sky to match the ocean. High tide is passing the white sea foam is the reflection of clouds on an almost cloudless day. Still churning from the nights high tide the ocean is gray and dreary. Even though it is gray there is a beauty about it one can’t describe in words. The sun rises and the tide receded dark brown sand begins to fall back into a pale yellow and the Atlantic falls sleepy and a deep blue rises to the surface. Calm and dreamy this is the ocean stories are written about, where Atlantis could be hidden and where mermaids play with dolphins. As the day progresses, the tide awakens slow and the white sea foam rises once again but only slightly as tickles eternal children in the surf. The growing rage darkens the water into a blue gray. The color of eyes of a woman who once had blue as bright as day now fade into the old age darkness. Soon the fingers of the ocean swell further up the sand releasing clams to the surface and the Atlantic ages again and grays with fury.

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