Metamorphoses
The dawn comes up over the swell of the Atlantic full of fiery promise. She perches on the bare rock watching the tide come in, listening intently to the raucous shrieks of the gulls wheeling overhead. She dangles bare toes in the water, the ocean lapping at them gently, and to her ears the water is murmuring its song of tranquility. The new sun sparkling over the waves, the serenely singing sea, the rough rock beneath her -- all of it pleases her immensely, and she closes her eyes to listen to the music more closely.