Coastal Chorus
Coastal Chorus Summer days spin by a whoosh of blues and greens along with braids of seaweed, travelers check in for a respite drop their bags, have a chat, then off for a sticky bun and a hike, painters with spindly legged easels carefully poise themselves at the craggy coast, while salty air fills white sheets hanging from the weather worn clothes line and below on the dew moistened grass, a single leaf, rests as a prophet of days to come, and she whispers a cool song from