Once we left the calm waters of the Caribbean, the ship met the Atlantic rollers though it was never really rough.
Standing on deck one evening to watch the sunset (there is no where quite like it), I was awed by the burnished gold of the sunset shining on the spindrift blown from the crest of each wave.
I though about my book SEA DUST – perhaps I could have called it GOLD DUST - or maybe I will save that title for a later story.
Photo: Gold dust on the sea
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