Bonding with Nature

Bonding with Nature Early Sunday morning; nature rattling at the front door! I accept the invitation to bond, stepping out with nothing more in tow than an upturned collar and a theatrical imagination. The morning’s ground is well-baked pastry, crusted with a shiver of winter; sunlight whispering across the ground all sharp colour and playfulness. So I stride out, church bells skipping alongside with light skating off in front of me. Soon I am within reach of the beach; my sandy sanctuary, but nature is in a roguish mood, its light fluctuating; its moods shifting; gloss turning to flat matt. The sea offers up a cold, blue arm encouraging me into watery depths while the sky, heavy in thought, reclines on a grey leather-weathered armchair. Behind, peeking through clouded curtains a new season waits to spring into action. Ian Souter