Walking side by side, the Sun and the Storm alternate on the coast, each in their own way caring for the Earth. Here, by the Sea, the stormy weather comes quite often. The storm always brings pieces of drift wood, big and small.
Black fractions of drift wood lying in water conceal bits of the Sun dropped long ago.
And I can’t stop looking for them either on a stormy day, or when the Sun shines.
A little orange sparkle on the background of timber chipping – I can spend hours digging in drift wood and filling my thermos mug up with amber.
And sometimes the Sea brings nothing but sea shells… and the grumpy Sky gazes apathetically at the hassle beneath…
But full soon, all the setting changes as the Sun appears to replace its playfellow.
And out of the blue you’re getting the chance to learn the truth!