The Perlemoen Trail. One unconsciously enjoyable aspect about walking along the coast close to the sea with a group of women is that one never seems to tire of it or certainly I never did. The rhythm of the breaking waves and the accompany soft mist it breathes into the air every few seconds is like a heart that… Continue reading Better than a walk in the park. A walk on the beach.
The sun was more light than warmth, the sand hard and cool, just enough for a footprint to be embedded before the sea washed it away. I picked up a beige pebble, rolled it over in my palm, watched a few grains of sand fall quietly. The smooth roundness remained, whole, and complete. I stood up and… Continue reading To more moments in 2018