My childhood on a very special beach…As the silver-blue of a night moon makes way for a flaming fire-ball rising over the liquid silkiness of a milky-grey ocean, flashes of pink dance as the waters start to churn on the incoming tide – A new day.
The sand rough and cool beneath my feet, I run my tongue lightly across my lips, I taste the fine crystals of salt from the sea spray.
The budding artist within, enthralled by the play of light on water. I watch in awe, as rainbow bubbles dance across the waves, tumbling onto the shore.
