Sunshine dances on my warm cheeks and
the waves wash over our already soaked
heads. As I emerge up for air, you inform
me of the salty air rusting the visitors
bikes, a kiss from the sea herself.
Seagulls circle as we proudly gaze for
miles upon the glistening peninsula and
remind one another of how beautiful our
emerald green home is.
I collect the clay like sand in my hands
and inspect it’s glittering mica in
admiration, the water grabs it ack as the
sculpture slides off my palms but I am not
alarmed because it’s supply is limitless.
Eolian flecks make their home on my
tired feet and U smile, welcoming their
Happiness is endless here and it lies
within the fossilizing shells, the red
stone, the colossal cliffs and the ambient
crashing of the restless waves.
“Am Garth i m-muir, Am tond trethan,
Am fuaim mara”
I am wind on sea, I am ocean wave, I am
roar of sea.