There Is Always A Bigger Fish

The water stretches out in all directions, flitting, glittering, and changing. It goes on, and on, and on. Its surface littered with the dots of otter head and birds, until it clashes with the incoming fog. The two battle, wave after wave pouring in, but the fog is relentless, calling to its fellows for reinforcements from over the hills. The mighty ocean stands no chance. The otters slowly disappear, searching for warmer waters. The birds fly away, circling high over the invading forces. The fish stop jumping, protected below the surface, hiding from the oncoming chill. But the fog has not won. Slowly, a new player enters the field, literally burning off the fog. At first there are only small cracks of brilliant light, but they grow larger and connect, and the fog crumbles to the power of the sun. However, its triumph lasts only so long. Sure as the tides the moon rises to the occasion, shoving the sun back after the fog to disappear behind the mountains, only to give way once more to the sea and the fog.