An end of day visit to the beach where the gods meet me. My first time out in a week, a fleeting visit to sew myself back to the landscape.
A reset, a restart, a renewal of old acquaintances. I know they don’t forget me but I’m ashamed at how quickly I find the comfort of home can replace the fire and synergy of a sharp cold sunset where every blade of mudflat grass cuts to my quick and bleeds out my worries.
How then the stiff, hard breeze rattles my mind until I open to the inflow of light as spectral clouds close in to show the beauty of shadowfall.