On the darkest day of the year. It's the lowest of low tides, the greyest of grey skies, the coldest of cold water. The reeds emit the pungent smell of low tide and the colour of the water is black. I can see the oyster covered rocks. Today they're not hidden away, today they're not a lurking danger, instead they're a spectacular arrangement of shapes and colours. Maybe they’re usually just misunderstood.
I can’t do freestyle for more than ten strokes at a time, it’s too cold for my head to be submerged, I have to switch from freestyle to backstroke, breaststroke and then around again. It’s bleak, but on this shortest day, I appreciate the stillness. The air is soft, the surface of the water is smooth, it's calm, it's quiet. It's the bottom of the pit but it brings with it the knowledge that tomorrow, the voyage towards a different season will begin.
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Michelle
22/6/2018 07:41:25 pm
Bring on spring 🌻☀️
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Mary McKay
28/6/2018 07:21:23 pm
Loved the photo! Your writing and reflection so special!
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