An English Spring..............
He held my hand, because I couldn't balance...... the wind was too strong.
My shoes were wrong as always, the heels disappearing into the pebbles.... but that made me smile, its who I am.
I could barely see through my hair as it lashed at my face, my hands were numb, my eyes wet.
He walked ahead, a silhouette, ....... shoulders dropped as if taking the weight of the horizon.
I closed my eyes, and raised my face to the sky..... waiting for this landscape to crack. The clouds had gathered, the sea was swollen..........and then ... just as I pressed the viewfinder to my skin, the sun broke through the darkness, and set the sea on fire for a few brief moments.................
And it truly looked like that....... an ocean of light, shattered by the pull of the waves...... a positive/negative of nature, captured in my camera..... just before the rain returned, and the snow began to fall.
Brighton beach, an English spring.
