Atlantic Nocturne A distant rumbling keeps the clouds from sleep. Lightning reaches for the shore where a turtle’s slow tracks in the sand mark her passage to moonlight pooling in a hollow. Between silver and darkness she casts a shadow weighing more than her shell, while the ocean’s pulse has a steady beat and its heart glows deep beneath the surface. Tonight the carvers of stone calendars awaken in time to see their predictions fulfilled, as the turtle draws strength from ancient storms to lay an egg for every flash.
David Chorlton is a longtime resident of Phoenix, who has grown into the desert climate and likes it. Visits to Costa Rica and the rainforest made a significant and vastly contrasting impression on him compared to his usual dry surroundings.