The night will be young and sea isn't roaring, its low tide. The tangerine skies invoke my instrospective self. What now transpires between a mortal and the nature is a secret that is ebbing away; only to flashback with the dark of the night and swelling sea, with the high tide. Three dimensions of a dying sun, rising moon and Sea. Choice is one thing I do not want to get involved with - I will go with the Tide, wait for the morning Sun and bask in the moon light. Let Time decide this time.
This is my first encounter with the three of a (different) kind.
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