There had been an autumn storm of wind and rain, lasting for three days. Thunderous had been the crash of billows on the rocks, wild the white spray and spume that blew over the bar, troubled and misty and tempest-torn the erstwhile blue peace of Four Winds Harbor. Now it was over, and the shore lay clean-washed after the storm; not a wind stirred, but there was still a fine surf on, dashing on sand and rock in a splendid white turmoil--the only restless thing in the great, pervading stillness and peace.

Summary

This quote describes the aftermath of an intense autumn storm at Four Winds Harbor. The storm had brought thunderous waves crashing onto the rocks and had disturbed the serene blue peace of the harbor. Now that the storm has passed, the shore appears clean-washed and tranquil. Although there is no wind, a lively surf continues to create a magnificent display of white turmoil, contrasting with the overall stillness and peace of the surroundings. The quote conveys the notion that even after chaos and turbulence, there can be a newfound beauty and tranquility.

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