The cluster stood as silhouettes against a setting sun. They were watching a small group of manatees lolling in the water, captured voluntarily by a sandbar. The manatees had no fear of the cluster. They appeared to enjoy their company shown by an occasional fin lift, a flap or a roll. They stayed secure even as the cluster grew; I liked to believe it was by choice.
I stood on the outskirts of the cluster with my camera in hand trying to snap photos of a setting sun on Gulf waters, trite, but oh so beautiful. I watched the sea creatures, once believed to be mermaids, and I wondered how any one ever made that mistake. They appeared friendly, one of the reasons I love the Gulf of Mexico, it's most often, friendly. It shares its treasures more generously, and more of the tame make themselves evident on the gulf than on the Atlantic side of the state. I breathed the salt air and dug my toes into the sand. The magnetic pull of the tide drew more silhouettes into the cluster.
A peaceful end to the day. Only God could make a cluster so beautiful.
Peace. Love, Linda
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