Before the sea-breeze comes in

The day holds the heated heavy space of its waiting.

We wait with it, 

We wait where saltmist-veils lie between the unseen and the soon-to-be awoken.

We strain to make out the township or the headland; the humid air is a heated glaze of clinging mystery.

Beneath the vast grey cloak covering all, a deep ocean roars its wilderness to us.

As we approach, the wet sand is a spongy thermal embrace.

And then, we make it to the water – a sudden touch of salt and foaming crystal. Ice-cold and awakening.

To be shocked by the chill is a joyful, welcoming return.

A cooling and startling invitation asks us to drop all our efforting, to meet the raw sensation, and emphatically, to know that we too, must stand at the edge of it all,

to be wide awake and glistening, grateful for the brief and beautiful re-remembering 

That, yes, we are for life!

 

 

Martin © 2026.