The sea did not meet the shore so much as it courted it, a tireless suitor in robes of crushed sapphire and lace.
Winn stood where the wet sand mirrored the sky, her boots abandoned to the dunes. The air tasted of salt and ancient secrets, a bracing chill that sharpened the senses. Before her, the Atlantic stretched into a seamless infinity, its surface rhythmic and heavy with the weight of a thousand tides.
She held a smooth, flat stone. The piece of basalt was buffed by a century of waves until it felt like silk against her palm. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it skipping across the crests. One, two, three—it defied gravity in brief, silver arcs before sinking into the emerald depths.
The ripples vanished almost instantly, swallowed by the vastness. Winn didn’t mind her deed vanishing. There was a peculiar peace in contributing a single spark of motion to a machine as grand as the ocean. As the moon began its pale ascent, casting a path of shattered pearls across the water, she turned back toward the dunes, leaving nothing behind but a row of footprints that the tide was already reaching out to claim.
A Piece of Basalt
Responses
-
Beautiful writing indeed, with exquisite sensibility that encompasses this world of humans which is contained in that world of infinite universe.
Normally such confrontation brings sense of sorrow and insignificance, yet this passage brings out bravery— the triumphant Sisyphus embodies not only the human existence but all creatures…
LikeLike
-
Beautiful writing indeed… with exquisite sensibility that encompasses this world of humans contained in that world of infinite universe…
Normally such confrontation brings sense of sorrow and self insignificance; but this passage brings out bravery— the triumphant Sisyphus that finally embodies the human existence if not all living creatures..
LikeLike
-
Thank you for your kind words! The connection to Sisyphus captures the meaning of this piece exquisitely.
LikeLike
-
-
This is astonishing piece of writing , evocative and philosophical and in a style which is captivating. The stone which Winn throws is a lump of basalt formed by the laws of geophysics over countless aeons , and it connects Winn to that process just as the Atlantic ocean before her stretches into seamless infinity. It takes the reader’s breath away
LikeLike
Preisha Writes 
Leave a comment