The inlet at Inverloch. Photo: Dan Rosen
By Dan Rosen
My inner child is cleansed by her tidal dance. An untethered sense of exploration and wonder wash over me. Meandering, I meet her many moods and incarnations. Exploring her salt encrusted arms as they wind their twisted ways through the tangle of her mud lined coat. I sacrifice another pair of shoes to her moist embrace. I dive in, cross her breadth and am rapidly swept towards the crashing boundary where she merges with what she is but a sheltered part. I always promise to return. I make plans to know her more completely. She sparkles at night. Millions of phosphorescent reminders that rekindle the spark within. As I trace her shifting boundaries and sink into her depths, I realise that she is truly boundless. Her secrets are not mine to know. This won't stop me coming back, ready and waiting, for whatever it is she chooses to share.
My inner child is cleansed by her tidal dance. An untethered sense of exploration and wonder wash over me. Meandering, I meet her many moods and incarnations. Exploring her salt encrusted arms as they wind their twisted ways through the tangle of her mud lined coat. I sacrifice another pair of shoes to her moist embrace. I dive in, cross her breadth and am rapidly swept towards the crashing boundary where she merges with what she is but a sheltered part. I always promise to return. I make plans to know her more completely. She sparkles at night. Millions of phosphorescent reminders that rekindle the spark within. As I trace her shifting boundaries and sink into her depths, I realise that she is truly boundless. Her secrets are not mine to know. This won't stop me coming back, ready and waiting, for whatever it is she chooses to share.