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Here at the Edge

The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, was always danced here at the edge of things, on the brink, on the foggy coast.

~ Ursula K Le Guin

Journeys are strange things. Not just beginnings and endings but off-shoots and diversions, and often, so very often, looping and returning, over and over, loop and return, patterns of ending and beginning in a way that is not linear at all.

Holy Loch point of view

winter ferry
wind biting the way
home

Waltzing Ferries

colour flashes through the lightness of the morning.

cars waltz on the decks of the ferry

drifting back across the water

drifting softly to the mainland

while the waters of the holy

and the mist gently draping

and the calm perfect stillness

as the highlands say goodbye

and colour flashes

through the lightness of the morning

while cars waltz

on the redness of the ferry

and drifting softly to the mainland

drifting back across the water

the boat nears the shore.