Meeting of Minds
No matter how far I find myself from the Sunshine Coast the dunes have always stuck with me. Every morning before the first foot-fall of even the earliest risers, excluding of course the jittery scamperings of all those things without backbones, those majestic, wind-combed undulations of ground white gold, sparking with spinifex, snuggle up to the sea in their new forms - a subtle shift on the shapes of yesterday.
Lifting away the lino from the block, my hand feels about in an attempt to find the rhythm of those wee-hour sea breezes. The gouges along tight arcs, flickering along and flicking out - my hand pushing sand then grass then cloud then sea. The two that met in the middle appeared as an afterthought, unplanned. Carving well underway when new shapes enquired about a featuring role front and centre. Of course, it made sense.
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There seemed to always be someone who has gotten down there earlier than you. The early, the super early, the dawnie, the pre-dawnie... It's all smiles though.
"Get a few?"
"Yeah, it's good"
"Nice one. Catchya..."
"Yep."
