Gilded Bay ebbed and flowed

it was warm, warmer than it had been in past days. this was obviously agreeable to govinda, whose thin pelt had made winter unbearable last season and would certainly do so again in the coming moons. he stood right on the edge of the water, letting the small, cool waves float over his toes. watching, as it ebbed and flowed.

ebbed and flowed.

life was still very much a holding pattern. he felt as if he was waiting for something, but what? the days were still monotonous, the nights lonely. the once ever-cheery man had sank deeper with each sunset into depression, and there was a glaze over his eyes as he watched,

as it ebbed and flowed.

ebbed and flowed.

@Ford