He held my hand, because I couldn’t balance…… the wind was too strong.
My shoes were wrong as always, the heels disappearing into the pebbles…. but that made me smile, its who I am.
I could barely see through my hair as it lashed at my face, my hands were numb, my eyes wet.
He walked ahead, a silhouette, ……. shoulders dropped as if taking the weight of the horizon.
I closed my eyes, and raised my face to the sky….. waiting for this landscape to crack. The clouds had gathered, the sea was swollen……….and then … just as I pressed the viewfinder to my skin, the sun broke through the darkness, and set the sea on fire for a few brief moments……………..
And it truly looked like that……. an ocean of light, shattered by the pull of the waves…… a positive/negative of nature, captured in my camera….. just before the rain returned, and the snow began to fall.
Brighton beach, an English spring.
