Monday, July 24, 2006

Three weeks after the wind ceased to blow, the sea lion had a dream. Now, as I told you before, there were other nights in which he had dreamed of the sea. But those were long ago and nearly forgotten. Even still, the ocean that filled his dreams this night was so beautiful and clear, so vast and deep, it was as if he were seeing it for the very first time. The sunlight glittered on its surface, and as he dived, the waters all around him shone like an emerald. If he swam quite deep, it turned to jade, cool and dark and mysterious. But he was never frightened; not at all. For I must tell you that in all his dreams of the sea, he had never before found himself in the company of other sea lions. This night there were many, round around him, diving and turning, spinning and twirling. They were playing.
Oh, how he hated to wake from that wonderful dream. The tears running down his face were the first wet thing he had felt in three weeks. But he did not pause even to wipe them away; he did not pause, in fact, for anything at all. He set his face to the east, and he began to walk as best a sea lion can.
"Where are you going?" asked the tortoise.
"I am going to find the sea."
The End.

3 comments:

Chris The Baker said...

I feel like I'm that sea lion. I look forward to the day when I will do what it did at the end of the story.

auntymich said...

so was it the sea or was it the other sealions which finally moved him...

Mingying LEE said...

think i am also in need of inspiration.....the kind that'll hit me on the head, wake me out of my inertia & get me single-mindedly focused on the great journey awaiting. it was both, mich. that perfect combination.