The mood of the sea changes daily, sometimes within hours, and so constantly forms and reforms the impressions one is left with - wild, peaceful and sometimes both.
Silver flashes between Jurmo and another.
Clear and windless the water invites paddling in warm weather.
Murk deepens as the wind picks up under a clear sky.
Fighting elements of water and wind. But not the observer who watches - protected in the shadow of the breeze.
Bright shines the sun after the turmoil, flashing at the surface, contrasting against shapes of permenance.
Driftwood, as it does, drifts in.
Where there's water, there's sand and driftwood.
While the beaches are not overlong, they are yet empty.
|Split language pages and got some "re-englishing" by Keith||26. Dezember 2002|
|Letzte Änderung: Orthographie mal vor 22.00 Uhr geprüft - hoppla! / Last change: checked my orthography before 10pm - oops!||C. Winter, 8. November 2002|