The joyful consequence of being here midweek, together with the earlier bad weather, meant there were no more than twenty or so people dotted along the sweeping curve of this 3 mile stretch of beach, standing out from the scenery like L S Lowry stick people placed against a vast backdrop of nature rather than an urban cityscape. With stoic determination they wrested from the day what enjoyment they could. Meanwhile, under a grey dome of overcast sky, with the sun a soft glowing sphere of white, various flocks of clouds wandered on mild winds, outriders of the oncoming storm that was darkening the horizon. But nature was in no hurry to perform, waves mere inches high, rolled towards the shore, making gentle sighing sounds as they broke languidly, seemingly reluctant to wet the land. Everything seemed to move slowly, the sea, the clouds, even the light. Heartbeat, breathing, thinking, all slowed in natural sympathy...then, connection made...measured against the universe our physical bodies are so small, one microscopic point within a vast and immeasurable physical existence, insubstantial, insignificant and yet, our consciousness, our awareness, is limitless, it fills the space in between the objects, it encompasses those objects...like our imaginations, we are boundless.
Best in L.