It’s grey today. Overcast though tranquil. A day not spoiled by a gentle, yet persistent rain. The bleak hue of the Indian Ocean varies from its blue glaze of preceding seasons. It’s as if the world now exists, for the most part, in black and white.
Though appearances are deceiving. This day is not devoid of colour.
For it heralds the anticipated arrival the first of the winter swells―accurately predicted by satellite connected soothsayers days in advance
In contrast to the surrounding environs, the car parks of point breaks are alive with activity. The roar and thunder of breaking waves is heard far from their point of impact.
A subtle smell of seaweed is registered as it seasons the air. The spray of salt water stings the face. Adrenaline arouses childhood exuberance buried deep in times past. Yet today, experience trumps youthful agility. And from these rich constructs a vivid picture is drawn upon the canvas of the minds eye.
I see it clearly now. Colour, it seems is not seen through the eye alone.
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