Inartistic Viewpoints.

Daily Prompt: The Artist’s Eye

I felt the sand under my feet, the grains sticking to my toes. Salt sprays hit my face, specks of dancing foam flying through the air.  I looked in the near darkness, at the horizon where the sea met the sky.

Faintly, the blue began to get tipped with white, the sea horses racing towards me in thundering crashes. An army of soldiers that broke around my feet.

The sand slipped from under my feet, till I was standing on two unsteady molehills, and the waves came coming.

The sky stretched, with tufts of white clouds, and the sea roiled, danced to its own magnetic tune.

Art?

Everything in nature is art.

That is what moves me the most.

 

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