Visus

The Pacific Ocean lay calm and serene once again, heeding a silent calling that had governed her actions both, violent and majestic, for millions of years. The rhythmic gentle lapping of her deep cool waters created a musical backdrop for the sound of a lone cream colored gull screeching his complaint over the lack of surface fish with which to fill his empty and aching stomach as he rode a cushion of air high above, as yet unaware, of his close proximity to the pod of sleeping, black and w...