light footed dazzled and home

Home from work and had my tea and out I go down along the waterline. The sun breaks through the pearly cloud,  catches the outgoing tide fast flowing between lighthouse and shore. The blossoms are fragrant too, the black guillemots scuttle and call. On the walk is a ring, a faerie ring, of daisies dotted in light. The Skelpie sculpture dazzles its industry, Everything is open and life-strong. I walk along it, I walk through it and I walk back again, light footed dazzled and home.