Sea Poetry

Blue and white. Most of the time, our world is blue and white. During the day, the piercing sun brightens the sea to sapphire, and the sky gleams a brilliant topaz. Frothy caps of cresting waves mottle the seascape, and puffy cotton pillars of mounting thunderheads punctuate the gentle curve of the horizon. After twilight […]

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Blue and white.

Most of the time, our world is blue and white.

During the day, the piercing sun brightens the sea to sapphire, and the sky gleams a brilliant topaz. Frothy caps of cresting waves mottle the seascape, and puffy cotton pillars of mounting thunderheads punctuate the gentle curve of the horizon.

After twilight the universe darkens in every direction to varying shades of midnight, and as the air dries and the sky clears, it sparkles with a blanket of stars most civilized men see but in dreams*.*

That's Commander Chris van Avery waxing lyrical about life aboard the USS *Russell *destroyer. And with sights like this, can you blame him?