Sound Bath

Those white elephants. He grinned at the panoramic ocean view.

    Everything else remained thick, gray and invisible. The water was considerably more, vast and exposed when viewed from this height.

Carefully, he sorted out the variety of percussion instruments, crystal singing bowls, gongs and his precious pan drum.

    Musical tools cluttered the floor like condiments strewn out randomly.

Outside the unrelenting marine layer offered up sporadic bursts of lush greens. The dive into deep ocean. Coming up to lay on the rocks with turtles clamoring on his backside.

The bones of it. Crisp clean lines. Closed each instrument with delicate custody. His fingers moved fast. Each one laid out with precision.