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Life is art

June 17, 2021

After waiting for what felt like an eternity, yesterday evening, along with torrential rain, arrived the softest wave in the sea, just enough to power a surfboard (or maybe not even that). We thundered out like children, arms splashing, legs kicking, to sit in a gently undulating, receding tide beneath a blue-grey meadow of cloud, board-tips pointing skyward like errant compass needles. 

At the farthest curve of the shore, a city skyscape etched itself charcoal grey against a soft rose pink sunset, and I wish you could have been there to witness a seal bobbing closely by, curious, unafraid, following some lads on paddle boards. 

I wanted to take a photograph of the two of us caught in this moment as the impact of each raindrop rippled and splashed its individual expression, a final dance before becoming the whole. Instead, I write words to remember that these are the moments I choose to weave into this world – this is my artistic life made manifest. 

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