Australian Dreaming
Tuesday, June 3, 2003
The beach

To stand and contemplate life with whispering, sweet music in the ears, with sea spray stinging the face watching the spindrifts of sand. To see the bright harsh sunlight reflect on the changing colour of sand, silvering towards the reaches where sky and horizon mist together. To be on an expanse of beach, with drifting, marching sand dunes, denuded of any trace of the present century with only footsteps to show man's presence. To see the gulls spread their wings, screaming on the draughts of wind and the sunlight glittering and dancing on the swirling, roaring water. To watch the surging waves against the deepening blue sky and listen to the constant roar and tumble of waves towards a wide unspoilt acreage of sand. A torrent of sound reverberating against the landscape. I am always awed at its power. Nature takes delight in nature.. It is the presence of all the elements working together, meeting and merging powerfully. It is to sense the world and its sensation of risk, of things poised on the brink where anything might happen and never be the same again. Nature working with nature. Light and air, sea and sound, forever changing, reshaping, moving constantly through time along the coastline.

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