photo : Marahau, the view of the sea frees up space in the mind and makes up room for words.
In the embrace of winter, the dark mirror of the sea reflects the cold. The once-galloping waves whisper silence to the frozen shore. The lost stories of the ships stranded at the bottom of the black water evaporate in the early morning above the water that sighs its serenity
photo : Essaouira, Morocco, but it feels a little more European, as a port on the Atlantic Ocean and the European inspired walls.
The rain murmurs silently and/
falls, like a secret/
it paints the earth peacefully/,
elusive as mist./
The world is silent/,
As if time itself was shivering/
beyond the walls.
Photo: The wind is having fun in the sands of Wharariki beach, near Cape Farewell (what a great name!)
And then realize/
that it is the little things/
which will create life/
photo : Cable Bay, 18 k from Nelson (first cable telegraph cable linking NZ to Australia)
In the mess of the rocky
beach
harmony of stones
signs of aging
proud traces of
past journeys
Tourists will converge on Nelson from December 26th and Tahunanui (Tahuna) Beach will be overrun with those wanting (rightly) to take advantage of the good weather. It goes against my need for solitude when I go to the beach but, I just have to go a little further and, suddenly, I am no longer in Nelson, but in a wild place, full of native bush. By the time I have crossed this little path I am in another world, and I can watch the crowds on the beach from afar, enjoying the good weather.
*repost from December 2022