Everything was forward, to the sea for me… and it was only natural to point the legs of my tripod into the sand, lens facing the darkened water, bobbing tethered boats, approaching storm clouds. It was full and satisfying; I was certain I had something worth possessing, worth sharing.

There was something about this place: calm, gunmetal and lonely. Summer days of joyful abandon, sailors bounding into the tranquil, flaring ornaments of light leaping upon the waves… all nowhere to be found. It was early and eerie still. Those days are coming.

As I departed, I noticed this scene. It wasn’t memorable itself but it summed up my mood perfectly.

Those days are coming.