#roaring ocean

[written-nature]

Today is a grey day, and the sun as I write is hidden in thick clouds, high over Kettleness. Everything is grey – except the green grass, which seems like emerald amongst it; grey earthy rock; grey clouds, tinged with the sunburst at the far edge, hang over the grey sea, into which the sand-points stretch like grey fingers. The sea is tumbling in over the shallows and the sandy flats with a roar, muffled in the sea-mists drifting inland. The horizon is lost in a grey mist. All is vastness; the clouds are piled up like giant rocks, and there is a "brool" over the sea that sounds like some passage of doom.

"Dracula" - Bram Stoker

[euesworld]

"Do you ever wonder why the ocean roars? Why.. it's wild of course.. if the moon could speak, she'd shriek like a banshee. The wild creatures of night, the beasts that fight.. and why do we sing hymns to the creatures that lurk, could it have to do with the pain inside and why we hurt? We are wild beasts entertaining civility, with the uncanny ability and agility of wild things. But oh so soft works love in the heart, it places within us hope for the stars and art. Sweet poetry on the lips of many, it's no wonder the night seems so friendly.. it envelopes your broken heart and the dark doesn't seem to let it show those broken parts. We are wild beasts and freaks but civil, I don't know why I speak such drivel. I just like the dark a little.."

When darkness falls it settles peace over the land, but brings out the freaks that would beak your hand - eUë

[dreamsyntax1]

A stoic Viking shieldmaiden, standing firm against a roaring ocean on a windswept cliff, her gaze fixed on the horizon.The scene is depicted with the raw energy and vivid textures of an Impressionist masterpiece, focusing on the dramatic interplay of light and shadow on the stormy sea and the heroine's resolute form.