It is a particularly blue afternoon in August. The sun glistens atop the water. On a derelict coastal pier, a small group of women ululate in  harmonious play set in the sonic shoreline. Their colourful plumes are  whipped up in dance with the wind. A passing tall ship carries 225  seafarers who delight in the magical encounter. Electronic megaphones  empower, amplify and direct her ululations into the ship. Grateful passengers vocalize in response. The ululations dissipate as the ship shrinks into the horizon.

© nichola feldman-kiss 2021