Shaken and Stirred

Fierce gusts made it difficult for me to keep my balance – on the ground 🤣

But some surfers had a tremendous play with waves.

Several were captured by the wind and hang for a moment what looked like 3 to 4 meters above the sea.

A Happy Change

I had a lovely shift in the weather yesterday:

A grey sky is broken,
by a fresh wind.
The smell of brine, and dog rose.
A new poem begins,
one full of play and white horses.