Feeling wistful about leaving this special place

Written to a music prompt today, in my online writing group.

Music, echoing sounds of waves and sea. Rhythmic, soothing.  Archetypal sounds, the ocean’s heartbeat, constant.  Sometimes fiercer, sometimes, calmer, and quiet. 

I don’t hear colors in the music, but the sea’s colors vary too, brown and turquoise on windy, white-capped days. Vibrant blue appears on cloudless bright ones. A gray tinge comes on days of overcast clouds.  It’s always beautiful, punctuated by worn gray rocks, pebble-coated beaches, and fringes of sea wrack.

 

Sometimes there are seals; almost always, there are gulls. This time of the year, the snow geese are heading south, stopping to feed in the expansive bay near here.  Magic, indeed.

 

And as I contemplate leaving this place next week, I am wistful, but remind myself of the softness of the Southern Appalachians and more fall color to come.