Bird on the beach, on gold sands.
The past few days the beach has been wind swept. White-cap seas, sculptural sand blows, half buried pandanus fragments. Many cuttlefish shells, filled with their tantalising crystalline matrix. This morning, a lone gull catches my eye. S/he sits quietly at the edge, gazing out to sea. And I wonder, what this Being sees, what s/he senses; what s/he Knows. And wonders about. Dreams, listens to and hears.
It is twenty years since I lived here on this coast. I don’t recall such winds. Is this part of climate change I wonder? What makes the winds howl along the beach, swinging daily from northerly to southerly, from onshore (an easterly), to offshore (a westerly)? And, anywhere in between.
I walked these beaches twice daily with my children, for five years. We played in rock pools in sheltered sunshine. I swam all year round. I’ve been here over two months, and haven’t ventured into the water once. It makes me wonder. Winds of change.
Narelle, Peregian Beach.