Walking down pretty suburban streets in anticipation of getting to the ramp that takes you down to the sea…… and discovering it is not blue at all, but endless silver. The sheer surprise of it, combined with the reminder that the sea has different moods and days too.
Even its textures and movements were unusual and unusually varied yesterday evening. There was the trembling, agitated vibration of the thinnest film of water – something I’d never seen before. The slow rolling and folding over of the shallow waves soon to reach shore. The messy blips pushing each other along further out, making their way up along the coast without a second thought for stopping to check out sand or the tentative feet of beachgoers. The broad singular face of the sea – perfectly calm and preoccupied.
Surprises are pleasurable.