Another day has gone.
I was looking at the pictures of yesterday’s visit to Quansoo.
And I noticed how much there was blue.
The light was blue.
The swash was, too.
Above eroded dunes, clouds traced wisps…
I met death on the beach.
A young seal, newdead, stiff, sightless.
Blue sky reflected from sightless eyes.
Have we souls?
Where goes the soul of a seal?
I left the beach.
Before crossing over Crab Creek, I took a last look.
To the south, the ocean was unbroken broken blue.