The ocean's breath whispered tenderly to shore, a gentle caress of salt spray and sea foam, never once betraying the oncoming storm. Not even the gulls expected the ocean to shatter into jagged blades, nor the sky to open up and spear the sand with rain even as the wind screamed through the mangroves and the waves pelted mercilessly against the beach. The land itself trembled at the fury of the sea, a torrential maelstrom, a cataclysm of water and wind, and for a moment the spectre of Death himself was seen dancing doom upon the tide.
But only for an instant. A moment later the skies had cleared, the winds subsided, and all was calm once more.
But only for an instant. A moment later the skies had cleared, the winds subsided, and all was calm once more.