Coziness
Across the violent waves of the break you’ll see a capsized dingy. With binoculars the turning boat will appear shuddering in the downward slope of the heaving swell with three hands gripping the keel. Does anybody else see the boat? The rocky shore plummets from where you are down toward snarling waves. There some fool is having a picnic. He doesn’t see the drowning sailors. Lonely people are enraging. Couldn’t he find someone to picnic with? “Can’t you see those people are drowning!” but he doesn’t hear for the waves. Now his picnic basket is washed away. That’ll ruin his picnic. The boat, in binoculars, tumbles gunnel to gunnel as even larger swells roll in from the squall, and at the tops of waves three little figures clutching at air. Now it begins to rain. Sailors drown, that’s what sailors do. To go out in a storm! No sight of them now the poor fools. But a memorable symbol anyways, a nice assemblage of signs we can pack home to eat with clotted cream and biscuits, warm by the fire, can’t we, love?
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