wave-bars

Updated: May 17, 2025

Bands of pink and crimson clouded the west, a thin cold wash of blue veiled the east; and overhead, bayward, landward, everywhere, the misting and the shadowing of the twilight. Between me and the white wave-bars at the end of the road gleamed a patch of silvery water the returning tide. As I watched, a silvery streamlet broke away and came running down the wheel track.

Dallas Lore Sharp - Roof and Meadow