Shark Weather

The day started out overcast. The sky and sea merge. Dead calm. Mill pond. All the phrases come to mind as I view the coast on the drive to school. The ocean is glassy, the ripples so far apart that the sea takes on the look of a shiny floor; able to be walked upon. A Jesus surface. And Rottnest on the horizon is sharply in focus. Normally it is a smudge out there. Land, yes, but not decipherable. Today even the dunes can be seen, shining iridescently white and the lighthouse, and the wind turbine too. Three ships sit on the ocean, like they have been placed atop the silvery floor. A helicopter patrols the misty water. The sun starts to break the ocean’s surface, turning it again liquid. No longer mauve organza settling on a dressmaker’s table.

About Nicole Lobry de Bruyn

Born in the psychedelic sixties to hard working and conservative parents my sister and I grew up in sleepy suburban Perth, Western Australia. We played by the river, the beach and in the bushland of the cementary. I loved a chocolate Dachshund enough to make me want to become a veterinarian. I did. I became paralysed from the waist down when car hit tree. But not running, walking, standing or kneeling didn't prevent me being a vet. I am still a vet but would prefer to write and read and read and write about walking and not walking, feeling and not feeling, knowing and not knowing. So this is what happens when you enter thechookhouse.
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One Response to Shark Weather

  1. franko says:

    In the ocean. There was a splash in the water just out from where I was waiting. I didn’t see what made it.

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