“Above, the early morning sun had chased away a hovering grey mist. Gulls and herons careened through the sky, slicing the blue canvas into geometric patterns. One hovered, hesitated, and then plummeted into the sea like a feathery cannon ball.
Below, the ocean stretched endlessly. Deep, teal, and invigorating, it was permeated by beams of early morning sunlight. From
Peter…….Have a good friend who just moved from Murrells Inlet back to Loveland, Colorado…she’ll enjoy u’r article & blog. My daughter is working on her Masters in Creative Writing @ Uni. of Baltimore…she’ll enjoy your blog as well.
tom howard
April 4, 2012 @ 8:02 am
Great article ! Whos the grizzled old surfer??lol!!
Peter Sacco
April 7, 2012 @ 3:22 pm
Haha not sure… you’d have to ask Scott Benston
Joseph R. Gilleland
April 3, 2012 @ 8:37 pm
Peter…….Have a good friend who just moved from Murrells Inlet back to Loveland, Colorado…she’ll enjoy u’r article & blog. My daughter is working on her Masters in Creative Writing @ Uni. of Baltimore…she’ll enjoy your blog as well.
Joey Gilleland