Suffolk Dawn

Desolate sea between steel sky and dusky shore. A sinister mist creeps in, adds to the grey gloom. Flat calm. Stillness. Complete silence. A seabird cries. Shingle-rippling wavelets, bubble and make reply. The gull continues his mournful song evoking sea-lost souls. Waves, now churning time-worn pebbles, advance, inexorably – a soulful seascape in shades of grey. Others take up the seabird’s reveille. Ghostly forms float intangibly on the morning mist. Golden light, gathers on the horizon – slow, diffuse at first, later, laser-like, bright rays burn off the vapours. Then, suddenly, in splendour, the Sun appears. 3 January 2014