–Prose inspired by the sea, November skies, and Debussy’s “La Mer” Symphonic Sketches–
"La Mer"
The same wind that scattered the leaves across the path–that winding, wondering path by the sea–now seemed to sigh, ominously, as the clouds moved in darkening the landscape. With what sadness she looked upon the sea, feeling almost swallowed by its expanse, shadowed by the rapidly moving clouds, and under the spectrum of the flickering sunlight, cast in various spots of the path where she stood. Here, where the sea meet the land, giant, salty waves crashed into and enveloped the roughly etched faces of the boulders. It seemed that two worlds converged at the seaside: the vast, wondering, violent sea and the more permanent, lasting, lush land, where the world of her reveries intersected with the stark reality. Why did this border between two spheres of existence: the reflection of fast-moving clouds on the gray ocean water, slightly morphed by the wind and waves–those endless cycles–conjure such melancholy in her mind?
