The winds blew stiff and true; 20+ mph sustained if I had to guess. The bluster working over Cedar Run Dock Road salt marsh out of the northeast. Marsh grasses undulating southward in a great pulsing bow, unable to hold sway against the rushing tide of air. Ceaseless the weather worked; gray clouds building from south to north, fought back only by the winds intent upon a rearguard action.
By June standards temperatures were brisk. The skies were dark and brooding, and yet observing I could help not but notice the life and energy present. The greening salt marsh juxtaposed a dose of color and lightness against a looming scene. The bending marsh grass, most noticeable in the foreground, shows movement—shows wind. It is a testament to air power. This movement, too, depicts the green of new life renewing the marsh in spite of darkened gray skies. It is a fist of defiance against a marsh mood full of ruination.
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