George bent his broad back and leaned against the rail. He surveyed the ocean passing a few yards beneath. Funny how the ship passing through the blue water, churned it into a white foam. Then, how the foam reverted to its original shade-but not abruptly; first it was emerald, then green, then turquoise, then blue again. It occurred to George that he was witnessing a cycle which, though brief, was perhaps beautiful.
"Intrusion and Reaction,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 16
, Article 4.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol16/iss1/4