The Writing Life: Tiny Parcels of Effervescence

by Saxon Henry

The ocean turns steely as the sun moves behind a plum-colored cloudbank flooded with mauve layers of escaping brightness. The closest water to the proximity of the sunset glimmers, imitating the way a hunter’s gun catches early morning’s brilliance when the lid of a blind is thrown open and he emerges, his barrel pointing skyward. The sand is littered with tiny parcels of effervescence as light’s last showing of the day illuminates wet bits of broken shells their former inhabita...