Sunday, 22 January 2012


Today we walk on the beach at low tide. Grey clouds paper the sky. A fine drizzle of rain coats the air. Everywhere is empty, uncovered, flat and raw. The sea has gone somewhere to dance with someone else. Seagulls streak across the sky. Puddles lap against brown sand, whispers of what is to come. 


cynthia said...

I love this--photo and words.

lasuza said...

Thanks Cynthia. I've been walking a lot at lowtide, enjoying the empty space