My Spot

When I need fresh air, to unwind, to invoke gratitude, to escape, to just be, I come to my concrete table (that is happily always vacant upon my arrival!) and sit.

The beautiful natural shades of blues and greens against the constructed sandy coloured walkways; the swooshing in of waves along the shore; the salty air filling my lungs; these are the things I need. I feel no other greater connection in, or to, life, than right here. On my spot.

(On this clear day, ahead, in the distance, are the mountains of Cumbria and the little white blocks where land meets sea to the left is the port of Heysham.)