High & Dry
Looking out over the sandy bars left by the retreating tide the view is of swirling white gold patterns amidst the cool azure blue of the mighty South Pacific. Its reaching and retreating waters have rushed in and out against the Island shore for thousands of years in a sweeping rhythm as reliable as time itself. Nature marching to its own beat with no thought for fickle man who lives life in total mercy to her whims and power.
Caught high and dry the lone vessel waits for the seas return to float her free once more to travel on her way, impatient to be afloat she is left stranded by the very waters that bought her here. But the sea will return, it always has, it always will, pulled by the moon it too is at Mother Nature's behest.