Friday, 6 January 2012

Driftwood on the tide.

Immeasurable in it's simplicity, the morning sun dancing off the water is nothing short of magnificent to a fish person (mer-man) like myself. I rose early this morning, the sun fought to find me at first as clouds and the morning dew rose creating a lazy haziness. Alone with the world and the water, Shorts and an Alaia. Fashioning stoke with every paddle.