Cormorants Pointing The Way

Today should stay as wordless as your soul in humble prayer kneeling.
And only worthy of attention are the signs of trees and clouds and gusts of fiercy winds, curling through the foaming grin mouth of the surf. Untill the skies are clear again and save the way for:
“There! Just double wing length higher flying than the moving seas they pass as Pointers of The Way: my distant friends, the Cormorants.”