A not so different Sunday

As if following a compass attuned to the presence of ozone and salt, we found ourselves drawn to the pebbled edge of the south coast of England.  Confined spaces opened out into wide horizontal skies that were edged with dark storms that never arrived.

The soles of my boots bathed themselves in molecules that have circumnavigated the globe - a liminal aqueous edges that connects all things and all people.

An anchor of sorts in a stormy sea.