My Microfiction of the Day or So

Clouds gathered in the distance, pregnant with the promise of torrential cleansing of any place below their unleashing. Darkness gathered and lingered along the cliff sides and the rise and fall of the mountains that encompassed the large body of contained water. The small craft were all docked, pulled up and made fast for the fall of night to come and go and then allow them their time once again on the water come the following day.

Along the quiet coast mallards landed and took off partaking in the rituals of life and procreation.
The waves moved towards the shore, and back again, the creation of sand and seaglass the visible result of the eternal tidal efforts.

gulls wheel far above