At Morro Bay

It is a chilly early spring afternoon. Here at Morro Bay, the Morro Bay Rock stands near the bay out of the sea, like a guardian spirit of the village. The scene is unreal but at the same time so real, its presence is breathable at every moment. Seagulls circle around it, and its jagged edge is crisp against gray sky. There are white stains on the rock surfaces- I heard that those result from water coming out of cracks in rainy season - and they match constantly breaking, foamy waves. Is this rock, standing high with elegance amongst cold winter sea breeze, have been standing here and endured the time. There are many seagulls, either perching in the wedges of the Rock at high places or freely flying around the Rock. The Rock is like a villa for them. They coexist happily. The nature has grown this piece of rock, appointing it to a meeting point of the sea and the land.