High & Dry
Out by the waters edge we wander admits the glowing puddles of the receding shoreline. Alone in the colourful sunrise which has painted the sky dazzling shades of yellow, pink and purple from the horizon. That moment when day is fresh and anything is possible, a new beginning and we are here in welcome witness.
Left marooned by the ebbing tide the little white boat sits dry upon the sandy floor, patiently waiting for the waters return and perhaps its master so they may fish once more. The days heat yet to arrive the morning air is cool and crisp on our skin, the water fresh and invigorating. What better way then to start a day, by the water in magical light, a perfect mood to start us on our way.