I sit in Strand House café,
watch from the window upstairs.

The sun dances on the water
like a beautiful woman

trailing shimmering diamonds
in her path.

I feel my breath move in me,
something settles, feels right.

I knew this place always,
but I only see its real magic now;

how the sea slips between colours –
silky grey, slate, duck-egg blue,

how the air feels clear,
alive with freedom,

how people move with the curves
of this place, whispering secrets

passed down faithfully
from one generation to the next;

each new thing surprising,
as great love should be.