At that time the sun had yet to make its appearance. And to see this day’s sunrise out of the stillness of the eastern horizon was my purpose for being there in the first place.
I had read the stories of whalers who told that to see the morning gloaming emerald green flash was to be given enlightenment. Yet, the fact was that rarely had one ever bore witness to such, due to responsibility of whaling life, or predictably, each self-outlook had invariably languished itself into a condition of dread. Figuratively speaking, it likened as if each soul was constantly furrowed between ocean swells. Whaling required an adventurous soul, being a self-placed hardship form of employment; many were eager.
With my mission stated, this coming morning’s conditions presented an excellent chance for the capture of whatever a gloaming might bring…
Never before in life had I experienced a quieter more peaceful setting. Yet, in ironical take of this place, is that it has always held view and had past felt the violence of these North Atlantic Seas.
This day, was not such a time.
…It was by the gray of a predawn’s cloudless sky that I could see into the distant calm of the now strangely flat water. However, in an instant this would all change – only profoundly though, and in a most unique way.
Parallel to the shoreline and in the short distance a linear hump of water had appeared. At first it seemed to have had slowly risen up and was itself contained in length. However, a half second later my mind would correctly accept that my eyes had peripherally sensed it widening out across the bay at almost the same time it came into existence. Eerily, this Praetorian Guard like phalanx moved shoreward, only now reared by a second …and a third.
Awed by the moment, I held my breath; some kind of phenomena had triggered… Yet, there was more, in a span of seconds the full length of the shoreline seemed to beckon these arrivals. The area’s aviary population had seemingly answered a silent roll call.
In wait, was the flushing with sustenance – the tidal flats within. To my amazement, I had just witnessed and marked one of the starting points of the earth’s purposed manipulations of the moon’s gravitational pull…
It wasn’t until later when came the realization that underneath the stillness of ocean there had carried on an eon aged daily struggle. It was the moon’s inward pull on the sea that pushed its waters against the slant of approached land. This spent force on the shallows beneath had created a slight upheaval on the water surface; a miniature open ocean roller that gently, like a morning’s yawn had stretched to its incoming position fully horizontal across the bay. And it was my first viewed of a morning’s many, now imminent to hit the beach…
…With a forced curling into an unintimidating small wave there was a ceremonial splashing. It left a high water mark on the sandy front and set free my first caught sound of this watery blue. Thereafter, each wave came larger and one right after another crested and likewise crashed a bit more intense, all pushing a sheet of seawater closer to where I stood. Soon enough, one reached me! It was then, heard were the gulls crying out in fight of a morning’s first meal, there were more. And the gloaming, I had missed its telling …, or had I? Looking toward the west, I smiled and laughed.
Truth, humor and gold are always found with eyes that don’t lie!