The storm, a huge storm, had departed. But in its wake, the drama remained. Waves still shattered like fine crystal against the rocks. Salt spray still floated in mid-air. Clouds still swept down to the sea. But the rain had stopped, and gulls were once again on wing. It was the storm's edge. That stormy coast was a simple and basic in its power as a basket of daisies is in its tranquility.
