“It’s just so pretty…”
I say as the voices conjoined seize the conversation, and suddenly I find myself drowning in the sea I was so passionately describing but my words must have been muffled like screaming underwater.
A sea of voices and mine is lost under the cascades of others. I could paint a verbal picture of the unseen world that I yearn to be part of.
But I am lost to the silence that remains outside the clamour of conversation, lost in a sea that is just so pretty.
















