Shelter

The ocean is such a loud, dynamic creature. She’s restless, infused with energy and life. The shore doesn’t get much rest from her movement, although sometimes the rocks rise up to defend the quiet little pools that allow more delicate balances to be struck. Here, the water is still and the things that were flung from the water are buffered and protected from being pulled so quickly back into the maelstrom. It’s a precarious balance, but it seems peaceful while it lasts. Shells and weeds live briefly in between two worlds, in the calm eye of the storm.

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