Article: 261850 of talk.bizarre From: Gnat@frii.Com (Gnat@frii.Com) Date: 01 Dec 95 05:29:00 -0500 Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: Waves Message-ID: <firstname.lastname@example.org> X-Mail-Agent: GIGO+ sn 164 at sunshine vsn 0.99 pl1 Organization: Sunshine's Mail Only Node Lines: 35 Status: O X-Status: AREA:TALK.BIZARRE From: email@example.com (Nathan Torkington) Date: 1 Dec 1995 10:29:56 GMT Waves are sharp as they break, but soften as they reach up the shore toward me and finally they recede in a harmless looking film. It is this last stage that is the most insidious - they steal the sand from between the rocks, taking it back to sea with them forever. I sit on a rock, watching the inexorable progress of the sea as it comes for me. The sounds of the waves sooth me, and I can almost forget the other side of the sea. Almost. Yard after yard of wet nylon bearing short-lived fish. Spray drenching us to our hearts. Waves to envelop the boat. More fish brains than a young man ever need see on a screwdriver. The awful awful taste that hasn't yet left my mouth. The sea hosts unpleasant things. Man's marriage to it is most apt. All this I appreciate from my rock, while my father sits behind me with his own thoughts, his own memories, and his own rock. And finally, when we're done refilling ourselves, we leave. -- |Fidonet: Gnat@frii.Com 1:135/292.1 |Internet: Gnat@frii.Com | | Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his/her own.