Saturday morning.  Sunrise.  White froth thrown from cliff-crashing waves dances before me, as if to say ‘Good Morning’.

Sun threatens to pierce through the morning clouds – her hue sure to influence the direction of my thoughts.

I am the grand crash splashing myself about the rocks; the uneven yet consistent tide; the fluid combination of darkness and light.

Leather & Lace.

These cliffs are my spiritual home.