The sojourner


This morning the sea is quiet… yet its message clearly audible to the willing listener. Gulls announce their presence and circle the huts ready for the morning ritual … the banging of spoon on plate as breakfast scraps slide from plate to stone. Seaweed sways to the slow rhythm of the turning tide, rising and falling on the far rocks like wet hair…. back and forth, up and down …pulsing its way to the shore.

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