“Ocean Lover”
“Skylar could not make out the place where the surf broke. Low tide had drawn that break out into the blind distance. So, like a man with dead eyes, he only heard the water come. It came susurrantly, whispering, cooing, the audible equivalent of the back of a lover’s fingers running down one’s cheek in the after-love dark. The muted colors (rich with echoes of supernal beauty) and the languorous water spoke of a post-climactic world: one in which the fervid, energetic passion has been expended; in which the dazzlement and blaze of light has faded; in which the timpanic thunder and the brassy charge have been silenced: a world of drowsy-kitten comfort, stilled minds, and pervasive serenity.”