It doesn’t matter that it’s hot,
we’re making bow waves on our bikes,
cutting through the humidity and feeling some kind of breeze.

Sun’s nearly down,
a counter balance to the full moon,
springing up on the other side of the see-saw.

Delight! The tide is high,
the king has come to visit,
sooooooo high as it laps at the cliffs.

Slowly landing in this place.
Wind sounds though Sheoaks…
Mozzies dipping in for a drink…
Sea spray filling up my lungs.

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