"The quiet is broken only by the small waves being pushed
ashore by the incoming tide.
You can sense something deeper in the cool stillness.
Soon the coming dusk will envelope the world
where you stand looking...and listening.
Yet you delay leaving,
though the trail back is long and growing ever darker.
Then, raven's call disturbs your reverie
and reluctantly you turn away from the sea
and head for the trail."
Oil on wood panel 6 x 8.
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