Monday, September 23, 2013

welcome

Welcome.
The view here this morning is open blue. Wide skies and a level of misty clouds lay on the hills. Sunlight seeps through, casting patches of light onto the quiet sea.
A buzzard lands on a post and settles. Tiny birds flit back and forth between the nearby trees.
All is silent, waking, anticipating.
A sharp light flashes. The silent white yell of the Strumble Head lighthouse, warns passing ships.
A gush of seagulls suddenly scream into the stillness and are gone.
Bright rays of brilliant sunlight move over the land towards the edge, where sharp sea cliffs glow.
Ravens take to the air, their cries loud and sharp, cutting into the flesh of this new day.
Sunbeams bleed down into Witches Cauldron, flooding it with daylight.
It's sea becomes bright blue.
God's arm reaches down into Cardigan Bay.
A breath gently runs its fingers through the dry, golden grass of late summer.
Seed heads rattle in the breeze.
Noisy young geese fly overhead -  looking to land in Willie's field. 
A child steps out into the vastness and the wonder of it all,
feeling very, very small......