An unseen ‘familiar’

http://wallskd.com/a/Nature/2014/0226/419.html   Standing alone against the evening setting sun, against the cold water brushing my feet, against the cold chill that prickled past, I felt the wet sand slipping away Faster and more graceful than the way my feet held it back.   Foot buried in the wet sand I looked up at the singingContinue reading “An unseen ‘familiar’”