The light just before sunset is so soft and clear. This kelp with its wave drawings draws me in. Yes.
The sky was glorious tonight too but this kelp stole the show. It is a winner in the shore olympics today.
I won’t be walking on the beach the next few days. Don’t know how that will feel. Don’t know if I will write here. And don’t know how that will feel either. I’m almost afraid. These rhythms have become my rhythms. Will I be able to take them with me? And if I can’t? Am I in some non-place, some non-space? Out of time? Without time? What would be within time? Enough!