Category: Nature: The Alpha and Omega of Design

It is quiet on the beach.  And bright. The ocean is nearly flat, moving away from the shore in gradated rows of deepening blue. A gentle rustle, like liquid wind, rises from the water as it unfolds against the shore. It leaves a white ruffled edge and recedes. The crisp air smells starched. My breaths are hard-edged and metallic and make me stand up straighter.

It is a cold overcast Monday morning. The usual start-of-the-weekday-bustle is eerily absent.  Outside, the light is flat and monotone.  The still air feels emptied, only the shrill gull-cry and bird-twitter pierce the blankness.