Another Year

[changeling67]

I can feel that autumn is near - a triangulation of long shadows, damp air and the sound of the wind in the trees, which now rattles with older leaves thick with mature sap. Nectarine season is upon us, where the firm bittersweetness of youth changes to the soft mellowness of age as the season progresses. I want to walk for miles, restless with untrodden steps, but something intangible holds me back.

Recently, I went down to the estuary - to find the old boat wrecks that had been easing into oblivion undisturbed, have recently been stripped of all of their metal. A ruthless bounty hunter had hauled the bloomed bolts and rusted fishes for cash - now lost for all time. I resent it, someone removing what the sea should have eventually claimed on its own. I have not been down to the actual beach since I became ill in 2012. The last time I visited it was to take photos of the fresh water icicles that hung like crystal castle steeples - encasing the seaweed locks of a green Rapunzel. I want to revisit now I am well again, but I see the wharf cluttered with ugly scaffold rails, metal gates and with unfamiliar boats permanently moored to it and I leave again.

Once, I used to take the kids to play rounders by the caves, or bodyboarding on the shoreline. They have both grown up now and the truth is maybe I don't have an excuse for being there anymore. No reason to be walking - just me and the endless sand and sea. It will still be there tomorrow - yet another year passes. I prefer the autumn, that much is true - but I want to scoop the rest of the summer up in my hands and watch the pale sand trickle through. I want to frame the water with my fingers, before it changes from curling blue to darkened slate and the autumn skies stake their claim once more.

Before another year goes by..

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[calico-pye.livejournal.com]

Thank you - I wrote it last night, changed it a little bit but mostly it was just night time musings.

This link is to my flickr page, but specifically to the village where I live, plus the rusted engines and the icicles I mentioned. https://www.flickr.com/photos/schnowbaby/sets/72157600040292155/

I haven't read Hemingway's 'The Old Man and the Sea,' but it is now on my 'to do' list :-)

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

Oh you sound 'getting old' today. But I know how you feel about the year being lost all too soon.

Poor boats. Oh sad beautiful boats... so sorry about their metal bones.

Pick up the summer and caress it.. we'll have an Indian one I hope - that brings all that honey'ed dreams of childhood nights back into our real lives.

I'm feeling so FREE I am actually gurgling with anticipation about NEXT YEAR and how wonderful I will make that! This year is just tying up the odd ends and putting all my past life away where it belongs, locked in a box and pushed right under the bed.

[calico-pye.livejournal.com]

Maybe it is the 'getting older' part, Looloo - but I think I will watch the tide times, then make myself go down there with my camera, take some better shots of the golden sands :-)

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

I love 'my' beach in the autumn and winters... it's MINE!!! and I can take my imagination and dreams there and paint my own life in my colours.

At the moment - August. UGH.. Oh dear me. NO NO NO!!!

[calico-pye.livejournal.com]

My problem is that I make myself a hermit - I think if you write for a living or study full time, you can naturally do it without thinking. Maybe I need an excuse to do it and take my camera with me :-)

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

I shall send you a reminder once in a while! You need to get out and 'observe'!!! or else what do you have to write about? (actually I'm the same... I call mine Laziness cos that's what it really is in my case!)