It crept along the coastline in felt slippers, silently engulfing the houses, seamlessly sewn to the sea. I watched with awe from my vantage perch, as the sky dissolved into land, like an asprin into water. I painted it badly, but mostly I watched it's ominous maneuvers. It must worry mariners, and those of a suspicious nature. The bay was invisible by dusk and I suffered from unpleasant dreams. The next day, a rain of relief descended and I danced about the booth with mirth.