26 February 2012

When summer stayed the day

At long last.

A summers day worthy of its name.

Still and warm.


A day worthy of an expedition. To a high hill on a distant headland.


In search of the memorial to those who bravely fought and lost on far foreign shores.


The Ataturk memorial.


Dedicated to those who lost their loves fighting for our freedom nearly a hundred years ago.


We will not forget their sacrifice.


I wonder how different these young lives might have been if those brave souls had not fought


Thankfully they can enjoy the warmth of this summers day knowing peace


There is nothing but beauty to be seen through their eyes


They are free to climb hills


And survey the wondrous land of the long white cloud


They are so, so blessed.


Blessed to capture nature in its raw beauty


Even the raw beauty of cabbage moths mating


 A rare chance to see how love and creation exist in the wild


The wilds that surround here are truly wild


The hills in summer densely covered in the canary yellow gorse flower


Beautiful from afar, so deadly sharp up close


The wild was sought and the wild was found


Even in these wild flowers hugging the sand dunes


The burdens of the soul are somehow lightened just by breathing in this salt air


And beholding the ebb and flow

Ebb and flow


 With great reluctance leaving the beach to return to its own intimate waltz with the shore


Drawn now to the far fetched loveliness of the coastal road


No greater show on earth than that of sun, sea and sky


Each one on its own a picture but put together a living masterpiece.



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