Annabel, 13Gannets ride gravity to plummet and crash vertically into the water at astounding speeds from their lofty positions above. Posing no risk to their delicate heads.
The golden sphere in the sky looks down onto the never ending stretch of water before being sliced up into billions of particles. It reflects not only on the water but of memories of summers before.
Spines of tussock dancing to their own sweet melody. Their sharp spikes spearing the warm sea breeze.
Billions of sand grains all anonymous to the other. But oh so familiar stuck in between my toes.
This is my paradise.