Saturday, November 7, 2009

View from the Balcony 08/11/09

Layers of scattered grey puff clouds are stretched out along the horizon line. A mildly agitated grey sea is sending in line after line of waves that break some 50 metres from the shore and then slowly, as though exhausted, fall into the golden sands of the awaiting shoreline. A dozen or so surfers are attempting to ride white capped waves at the Point, while the Esplanade waits expectantly for the first sounds of human presence. Hinterland had a red/pink cover of mist that slowly dissipated as the rays from the rising sun reached out like octopus tentacles with shafts of warmth. Stillness abounds!

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