16/01/2023
Where do you lay your towel (a prom , a piece by me)
Summer holidays, a culmination of the the year, can often lead to beach holidays, G&T’s, Chardonnay, Champagne and probably beer,
It’s more than that for me as I sit here with the dog,
It’s my meditation, my thoughts, my freedom that come to the fore.
I wonder of the sands and where have they come from, Sydney, Darwin , Perth or from shores far beyond, our kids who have grown up and played with your grains, sand castles, dam busters holes dug all day. Romances blossomed, holiday fun, fresh bread rolls, salads, bloody yum. How many lives have those sands saved in their days gone by likewise how many have they seen tragically lost, those poor jolly families, such a huge loss.
The sound the sea it makes all by itself, its very own wave system made from tidal movements the moon and continental shelf, it’s mesmerising to watch its much like looking at fire itself.
The immersion in the ocean therapeutically the best, as when you are under the sound is the best, you try it you’ll like it serenity at best.
That kiss of sun from cream forgotten, those burning feet from that molten sand, to think that once I nearly invented a shoe, I’ll fill it with ice, yeh that would do.
Does the beach, sand and fresh air bring you the same rewards to you. 😀
There was a song that was sung that was about a hat that was written basically it said your home and your smitten, for me it is different, the sea it is me, my hat is a towel that’s where you’ll find me, North Avoca my break, my towel I’ll be on, haha, maybe one day I’ll write my own song.
So I’m curious to know if you’re like me or not, where do you lay your towel, where is your spot? 😎
By Charlie Powell