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Winter Afternoon at Chetzemoka Park The woman on the beach spoke softly to the wet fur-mop at her side. Then they were gone and I alone in the world remained wrapped in the silence of the chill salt air beside the silver sea-mirror under a pewter sky. Across the strait lay snowy bluffs. Below, on the sand-spit, unruly gangs of ruffian gulls screamed indignantly at mid-air muggings over bits of unlucky worms, all the while keeping one watchful yellow eye on the harbor patrol of black-and-white uniformed geese serenely cruising by in their V-formations. The lighthouse winked her one red eye at the red buoy bobbing in the shallows, and he replied gently; a single, soft, silver chime above the susurration of wavelets on the sand-spit. On the bluff above the sea the dark, rough-skinned cedars towered patient with years of watching, and understood when a tide of peace flooded in blurring my eyes with joy. Time called me then; I stopped for one last look then turned my back on that enchanted world and with reluctant feet climbed the slope, dodging the clumps of yesterday's snow, while longing still to remain behind with the whispering cedars and, like them, stand forever deep-rooted and silent beside the beckoning sea. |
Additional Notes:
Chetzemoka (chet-zeh-MOH-kah)is a park in Washington state named after a native American chief.
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