Solitary Mariner by Peter Ellenshaw No#


"It was a beautiful morning. The sun was bright and the breeze was brisk. White

clouds paraded across a brilliant blue sky. Jubilant gulls soared and swooped above

the glistening waves. In the distance, a sailboat sped towards the cloudbank of an

impending squall. As I watched him charge into the shadows head-on, I wondered if

he was prepared for the imminent storm that lay ahead."

– Peter Ellenshaw (1913-2007)