View from the Balcony 19/11/09

A wisp of a breeze is wafting in from the sea. A broken line of clouds are stretched along the horizon line like clothes hanging on a washing line. The calm sea is gently washing reluctant waves into the ever embracing arms of the expectant shoreline. The golden orb that is the sun has jostled its way through the cloud line and its now regally shining in full splendour in the light blue of the heavens. The Point is clear of surfers and the Esplanade has the odd jogger or two leaving their sweaty trail for others to follow. The Hinterland is gently exposing more of itself from beneath an ever rapidly veil of dissolving mist. Peaceful.