Cooler, shifting tree-green sea, rolls towards the shore with a certainty not known to humans. It never fails, never turns – a ceaseless power that is resistless.

The small stones on the shore continue into the water, where they become larger nuggets of burnished gold. The water becomes deep straightaway and swimming is refreshing after a day walking in the heat,

The deeper water is dark and unknown but the sunlight on the surface keeps the outlook bright. Any fear is exchanged for relief that the brown-tinged liquid infuses into weary limbs.

Small waves break apologetically against the golden nodules, almost silent, in the evening light and the breeze clips the tops of the water like fish-scales.

“By His power he churned up the sea…” Job 26

“He gathers the waters of the sea into jars; he puts the deep into storehouses…” Psalm 33