I love walking along the beach between ankle and knee deep: although I always get wet well above that!
In the late afternoon the sun dips toward the dunes which rise like a dark wall inland, and it’s last rays just skim across above my head and highlight the very tops of the huge waves way out as they just start breaking in shiny white frothy majesty. And there I walk in the darkening, spray filled tunnel between silent walls of darkness and crashing dynamic walls of light tipped waters. Walls keeping the world at bay.
Walking in the liminal, betwixt, between, out of time. Surrounded, cocooned and safe.
I feel like I could walk forever.