Everyones in a hurry.
Rush here. Rush there.

Looking at the quiet river, slowly drawing the lazy logs to the oceans mouth swallowing them into the warm sunset...
they'll never be missed.

The skies fade to blues and blurred greys...
the waters ripples sing soft lullibies to those listening.

In the distance the faded bride is painted black with cherry red lights gently placed for mans use.

The landscape speckled with black sillouettes
embracing the backdrop of mother nature.

Seagulls caress the rivers silken current.
The reflections of the colored lights dance across the rivers edge to the rocky embankment on the other side...

Cold. Dark. Deep. Salty.
Some will find romance, others death.