It starts with a first step. The rhythm begins as my other foot follows. In the beginning, I am sore and stiff. My joints feel forty years older than I think they should. My movement is choppy, my steps short…
Something on the coast
I was instantly aware that I was in the presence of something. There is something – I don’t know what it is – about the sound of the hollow roar, the misty spray, the gentle, rhythmic lapping like a kiss…
