THE RHYTHM OF the sea sloshed against the dark honey brown of the ship. White flecks waves caught the glittering sunlight, as it bounced through the foamy wisps of clouds. A strong salty fragrance rustled the sails, as the scent of sunshine wafted down like lazy invisible mist. Lying on the grassy deck, someone wallowed in the comfort of a never-ending home.
Word Count: 62
Written: 1 March 2012
Inspired: life and a powerful urge to write