The Storm  - Lola Gudsell June 22

We sat outside our little cabin overlooking a quiet bay watching the glorious colours of the sunset.  As the sky darkened the golden orb of the sun slowly dipped towards the horizon.  Surrounding the sun were yellow clouds merging to orange and finally to brilliant red as the colours moved upwards to the dark blue above

We were so mesmerized by the glorious colours that we nearly missed the little boat drifting peacefully in the bay. It seemed so small with its white sail.  We hadn’t seen it before. How long had it been there so quietly sitting there with its sail quite still?  We had been so distracted by the sunset.

We shivered. The breeze had come up and I said we should go inside as it was getting colder. He said, No let’s wait till the sun has completely gone down, it had been such a lovely sight.  Then suddenly the wind picked up and we shivered again. The little boat was no longer sitting quietly but was being tossed around. It looked so small out there in the bay. Waves from the ocean were now lashing it.  Its sails were now in shreds.  It was being thrown from side to side like in a washing machine.  Was there anyone in it? We couldn’t see.  Should we call for help but we couldn’t take our eyes off this little man-made vehicle being tossed every which way. The waves were high and thrashed down on the little boat. Now it was on its side.  Now it was on top of a wave.  Now out of sight.  The waves were violent, beating down on this harmless piece of creation, crushing it. 

The waves had not stopped until they had totally smashed the boat with its arms beating it to pulp, and then not letting it go until the last piece of this alien species had disappeared.

The wind ceased; the bay was calm; there was no sign of the little boat.

We sat outside our little cabin overlooking a quiet bay watching the glorious colours of the sunset.  As the sky darkened the golden orb of the sun slowly dipped towards the horizon.  Surrounding the sun were yellow clouds merging to orange and finally to brilliant red as the colours moved upwards to the dark blue above

We were so mesmerized by the glorious colours that we nearly missed the little boat drifting peacefully in the bay. It seemed so small with its white sail.  We hadn’t seen it before. How long had it been there so quietly sitting there with its sail quite still?  We had been so distracted by the sunset.

We shivered. The breeze had come up and I said we should go inside as it was getting colder. He said, No let’s wait till the sun has completely gone down, it had been such a lovely sight.  Then suddenly the wind picked up and we shivered again. The little boat was no longer sitting quietly but was being tossed around. It looked so small out there in the bay. Waves from the ocean were now lashing it.  Its sails were now in shreds.  It was being thrown from side to side like in a washing machine.  Was there anyone in it? We couldn’t see.  Should we call for help but we couldn’t take our eyes off this little man-made vehicle being tossed every which way. The waves were high and thrashed down on the little boat. Now it was on its side.  Now it was on top of a wave.  Now out of sight.  The waves were violent, beating down on this harmless piece of creation, crushing it. 

The waves had not stopped until they had totally smashed the boat with its arms beating it to pulp, and then not letting it go until the last piece of this alien species had disappeared.

The wind ceased; the bay was calm; there was no sign of the little boat.