Dawn breaks and another loss to take. As stars sparkle and insight, elsewhere a selfish act of fright. The bells ring a sober song of conformity; masked in the beauty that resonance of metal can bring.
Punting on a wim of chance I sit on natures front row. Watching a movie of endless proportions, time and I don’t know…
The warm sun with a subtle soft easing wind. A vast plane of miniature carpet rests my feet on natures vein. The sea teases me like a fountain of truth. Eager to consume me in its icy waters; as keen to chill me into a confrontational shiver.
Once on this spot a street has sat. Now it’s history another pebble, a fragment of time now past and forgot. Will the sea consume me into pastures unknown. Or will I grab a board and surf it all alone…
