Wednesday, February 18, 2009

A Quiet Ocean

I haven't been to the beach today. It's cold, rainy, and dark outside. But I went yesterday and the day before. Every time I go to the beach it's different. Sometimes the waves are huge, worked up by strong winds, and crashing against the sand. Sometimes plumes of spray blow off the tops of breakers and catch the sunlight, forming momentary patches of colorful rainbows.

The last two days have been different. The ocean looked more like Pamlico Sound. Tiny waves gently slapped against the sand, and only one row of miniature breakers ran parallel with the shore line. Beyond, the ocean undulated slowly. There were no signs of turmoil off shore. And no signs of dolphins. I have no idea where they all went.

Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter provides more information about the majestic live oaks on Ocracoke Island. You can read it here.

To read about Philip's new book, Digging up Uncle Evans, History, Ghost Tales, & Stories from Ocracoke Island, please click here.

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