Coconut Grove storms of violet eroded the shores

sea swept, seasmoke makes his way up the coast, never straying too far inland if he can help it. and thankfully, aside from a stray storm here or there, there had never been anything worse that has chased him to seek shelter.

the seafarer weaves among the towering coconut palms, eyeing the fruit that has fallen to the sands; pausing to soak in the warmth of the morning sun as it sits in the cloudless sky.

when he finds a smaller fruit, he slides down to lay sphinx like on the sand, holding it between his paws as he works on cracking the shell of the coconut open.