Morning by sallysavestheday, Anérea

Morning

Uinen in the morning is all silver scales and spangles, spread across the surface of the ocean in a great, bright cloud, calling and reflecting the awakening light. Dawn is her moment of greatest delight: the mingling of the sky and sea draws her deep into the Music. It blurs her edges, feathering the lines where her essence ends and the water begins. She is fair and tender in those argent hours: gentle elder sister to all creatures of the sea, kin to the water-weed and the shy crustaceans and the rolling, leaping whales. Fortunate are those who meet her, smiling as the day breaks, curling and lapping, singing – but softly – with the great, round tones of the waves.