flowers & the ocean

I was tending a flower bed. Irises, pansies and other flowers, all shades of the deepest blues and purples. I stroked the downy petals, voluminous petals of rose-like flowers that bloomed close to the earth. The soil was dark and rich and, as I looked, I noticed more flowers even deeper in colour, so blue and so purple that their beauty was almost unbearable.

Later, I was fatigued, so I was lying down while others continued their activity around me. I could hear the ocean behind a wall, the waves crashing on the shore. As I listened, I understood that the waves were growing bigger and I could sense that something, good or bad, was imminent.