Emerald blue and crystal green dreams that rush the shore and explode in an ecstacy of froth.
Chatters hum from oiled denizen. Spray. Swat. Snooze. Kick sand. Splash. Shells sparkle – treasures given and snatched back when you reach for them.
Sun leaves its mark- red, brown, butterscotch, fushia. Flirts with clouds that fluff across the sky, waving hello and goodbye.
Laughter makes song that nestles in deep and warms our winter nights. Our Christmas by the sea.
Jess’s seashore flows here.