A picture may be worth a thousand words but painting a picture with words is priceless. Descriptive writing is an art. I’m still learning.
Can you see it too? Are you there with me?
Palm trees are swaying in the melody of the wind gusts, though the seagulls seem unaffected as they glide through the cornflower sky. Even the plastic flower centerpiece of my chosen poolside table was almost a casualty of the sudden gust.
I like the wind. It arrives; a much needed reprieve from the Florida heat and carrying the faintest hint of the ocean. It can change direction on a whim; and be a strong slap or a gentle caress.
The wind does not affect the clear aqua water of the swimming pool. It sits staid until someone jumps in to disturb its’ tranquility. The ripples ring out from the center until they dissipate and serenity returns. Serenity is temporary in the pool — and in life.