A Southerly in the Bay.

One day there was a mighty wind in the Bay. The waves and the winds seemed to dance together. There dance was one that was constant and intense at the same time.

The waves were coming up again and again in endless motion. They’re heaving and churning in motions that were something to behold. It was like the washing machine of nature was in overdrive. The waters of the Bay were pouring in on the jetty. Would the jetty survive the day?

There was a wildfire that was also in the west and it was being whipped up by the Southerly Wind. How would the community of the Bay survive. Day had turned into night or at least a lot like twilight. The sun had disappeared and the light was incredibly dark and menacing.