My Solitudes : Print #6 : The Seacoast in Autumn
"The bus drops me off a half-hour later and I stroll through the fields towards the spot where a trail leads down to the cove. ... Down on the beach it is wonderfully fresh and clean. The sun is beaming on the bright sand, and a brisk breeze is blowing. The weather report this morning was vague, promising a bit of everything over the next 24 hours, but at the moment only a few white clouds patch the sky here and there, and don’t threaten to spoil the mood. ... All in all, I am surrounded by a wonderful sensation of space and openness."
