I’m trying something new today, spreading my wings. I have got to do those upper arm exercises!
Linking to Friday Fictioneers. This link will take you to Rochelle’s website in case you want to participate, or read what others have written.
The rays of sun filtering softly through the clouds belie the fact an angry storm makes its way toward land. Thrill seekers arrive from near and far to raise a toast to Nature’s display of power. Surfers are drawn to the great swells of tide where calmer waters typically abide.
Ominous clouds the light obscure, winds increase, and waves pound the unprotected shore. The parties move inside, glad to imbibe to cover their fright. The lion does not sleep this night.
Come morning, Sun appears, for at dawn the storm veers, plotting its path to another seaside destination.
Let me know what you think of this entry for Friday Fictioneers. Should I stick to posting pictures of birds?