Summoning Storms and Darkness
It was a windy and dark twilight. The storm summoners were still at work on the shore. There they were, spreading their dark influence across the sands and into the distant water. Water dark like pools of oil. Their long dangling legs and arms stretched across the dark sand and up into the twilight sky. As I watched, I heard a calming voice, "Do not fear, little one. For we are feeding the clouds so that rain may wash along these parched lands. We are mother nature's servants." A wave of relief washed over my soul. Often, I realized, both looks and actions can be deceiving. And so I watched as the clouds spread into a beautiful dawn. There would be no storm on this morning.
Another early morning on the Boneyard beach from my Summer vacation at Jekyll Island, Georgia.
Summoning Storms and Darkness
It was a windy and dark twilight. The storm summoners were still at work on the shore. There they were, spreading their dark influence across the sands and into the distant water. Water dark like pools of oil. Their long dangling legs and arms stretched across the dark sand and up into the twilight sky. As I watched, I heard a calming voice, "Do not fear, little one. For we are feeding the clouds so that rain may wash along these parched lands. We are mother nature's servants." A wave of relief washed over my soul. Often, I realized, both looks and actions can be deceiving. And so I watched as the clouds spread into a beautiful dawn. There would be no storm on this morning.
Another early morning on the Boneyard beach from my Summer vacation at Jekyll Island, Georgia.