spilt milk

The sea was like milk foam. Spilt milk. The white creaminess of the salty foam looked delicious as it washed over the black rocks that jutted out forming mini Oreo-islands. It was breathtaking. I think the reason why I was so surprised at the beauty was because the milk foam belonged to the sea spray of Nobbies, Phillip Island. That's right, Nobbies' Nuts. When I used to think of Phillip Island, I remembered the Penguin Parade we witnessed during a class excursion in Grade Four. I thought of the ordinary name Cowes, and the lack of seals slapping themselves silly at the Nobbies rocks. I thought of a remote place that belonged to my childhood, and completely disregarded its potential for appreciation in my adulthood.

It's funny how things work like that.