Two Views
The different seas we see....
Watching the weather,
always wanting perfection,
waiting for the instagrammable oh so
intangible radiance we have always imagined.
And then
the day delivers us
this - a storm, the wind torn
waves, a curdle of clouds careening,
gulls hurtling, salt spray brining a beating heart.
But yet
we are ever
hoping, only one
world away from where
we think we wish to be - yearning,
reaching, some days finding - forgetting
the clarity of the cold, the honesty of the rain,
the sound of the wind and the scent of the wilder sea.
All photos - me. Location: Bar Beach, Newcastle - Australia.
Dear Dave,
It's as if today's theme is hope. I've been grappling with so many things in the past few months, and sometimes it feels as if hope is only a fleeting, elusive, distant notion, yet one without which life cannot proceed.
Best wishes,
Mahdi
“The scent of the wilder sea”… sigh