There is no real silence for the sensitive ears and there is no real tranquility for the sensitive hearts!”
As the gentle whispering breeze cast’s its invisible shadow upon the sands, the sun sets upon the horizon igniting the sky with its incandescent flame. The blue angels are everywhere; spreading their wings in celebration adding a flavour to the recipe. The restlessness in my heart retreats into the shadows leaving me with this sensation that I liken to a pond with no ripples, that fleeting moment when you feel like you have no care in the world with nothing to agitate or cause anxiety.
Nature has an uncanny ability to surface moods and emotions that lie entrapped deep within our souls. What is it, that stirs these emotions inside us? is it the silence, the visual blend of mesmerising pastel colours in the sea and the sky, the repercussions of the gentle waves caressing the shores?
The blue hour all but passess, leaving behind an intoxicating mix of magical ingredients in secret proportions; that attempt to fill an elusive void in our hearts, igniting forgotten memories, perhaps, of a past that lies dormant in the essence of our being…
Location– Northern coast of the Llŷn Peninsula in North Wales.
Series “The Blue Angels”