Days pass with no perceptible movement. All mountains are hidden and even the cheekiest of tides cannot shift the heavy veil draped over the bay.
Gentle sighs are heaved and gather momentum. The sighs grow heavier with relief as the air starts to sway, gaining rhythm like a rewound clock. Those weighty screens are lifted and catapulted over the mountains, ricocheting splashes of dense mass into the atmosphere. All colours mingle and form in new enhanced clusters, gathering strength together before the next onslaught of nature at it’s rawest.