A slight cold chill right on the cusp of the autumnal change. A slower rising sun, stiffening, from months of early starts and brash days. Shadows, warm in tone, shifting to harbour new life as the dew from nightfall lingers longer. A softly falling tide, lapping delicately, caressing the memory of a summer that has now come and gone.
Timeless, we pause in this spot, inhale deep and low, soak our insides with salted air and opaque skies, then kiss the season goodbye.