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.