Tailing waters

So it begins…

A desire to be more than menial, to set out. Not along the beaten path, but to walk among the saw grass, through the soft sandy mud of a tidal marsh. Moving in slow silence, hoping to come upon toasted golden almond skinned siren, dipping their tails out of the water, almost in proud defiance, while they devour their quarry. Unaware of the goings on of man, they continue to pursue their forage, never the wiser that they too are sought after.

Peak tide, that strange moment when the water is brimming with life, and it beckons those who would listen “Follow the current”.

Do you heed the call?image


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