Fly, Heart, Barracuda
The baby Greens struggle out of the sand and run a gamut across the sand into the surf. They follow the light of the moon, her gentle rays guiding them to the ocean. Sustenance.
Many of the turtle hatchlings are snatched up before they ever reach the water’s edge; still more get plucked out of the surf by all manner of predators. Those that make the open sea swim on, not knowing anything but pure bliss: this is what their kind was meant to do. Wish you could live the life of a Green Sea Turtle for a while? Read the rest of this entry