blue grey green lavender
Jan. 1st, 2014 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intheheartTitle: blue grey green lavender
Rating: G
Summary: Nathan and the ocean.
Notes: Ninja post before I go off to Ohio for the weekend. Description exercise, it's SWL's fault, you understand.
eta: I was so tired I forgot to credit a line, so please forgive my accidental plagarism. "Blue grey green lavender" is from a Mary Oliver poem, Tides, which inspired this piece.
"What the hell's this?" his boss asks, holding up the draft with its squiggles of water, and for a moment all Nathan can see is the ocean.
blue grey green lavender water rushing up the shore and back down again, with that strange quiet roar that nothing else on earth makes, alive to the taste of salt and the feel of the sand and the indescribable scent of the sea, of life and death and the purest, plainest breadth of anything that he can ever know
"It's a beachfront property, isn't it?" he asks, and they shrug, and move on.
Rating: G
Summary: Nathan and the ocean.
Notes: Ninja post before I go off to Ohio for the weekend. Description exercise, it's SWL's fault, you understand.
eta: I was so tired I forgot to credit a line, so please forgive my accidental plagarism. "Blue grey green lavender" is from a Mary Oliver poem, Tides, which inspired this piece.
"What the hell's this?" his boss asks, holding up the draft with its squiggles of water, and for a moment all Nathan can see is the ocean.
blue grey green lavender water rushing up the shore and back down again, with that strange quiet roar that nothing else on earth makes, alive to the taste of salt and the feel of the sand and the indescribable scent of the sea, of life and death and the purest, plainest breadth of anything that he can ever know
"It's a beachfront property, isn't it?" he asks, and they shrug, and move on.
