What does it mean when the sea is so still it mirrors each cloud? With no waves to break, and no wind to gust is the sea in fact still the sea?

What if the sea falls silent?

Can you use this prompt to spur on an exploration of identity? What aspect of yourself is intrinsic to who you are? Would other people agree? Could you imagine that detail evaporating and being surprised by the sense of yourself that remains, or that supersedes what you thought you knew about yourself?

Alternatively, why not write an ecological tale about what happens when the waves stop waving and the sea grows still? How long before we feel that impact from the shore?

If you write or create something prompted by this idea, please let me know by emailing judydarley (at) iCloud.com. I’d love to know the creative direction you choose.