Like a Dream.
· by Roy Edlund
A walk on the beach in the fog is like being in a dream. The sand is soft and quiet beneath your feet, with each step a small, private sound in a world that has otherwise gone still.
I hear the low rumble of an incoming wave long before I can see it, rolling in from somewhere beyond the grey, patient and unhurried.
This foggy haze has swallowed the horizon, there's no edge to anything. A pelican gliding low over the water, materializes out of nothing and dissolves just as completely, as if it never quite belonged to the visible world.
And the hiding sun, when it finds a crack in the grey, doesn't flood in, it arrives like a thought.
A slow, golden warming along the surface of the water, luminous for just a moment, catching the spray and holding it there briefly, before letting it go.
This is the gift the fog gives you.
It has narrowed the world down to the sound of the soft percussion of your own footsteps, and there is nothing else required of you but to keep walking into it.
Love from here. ❤
Prints of the photos in this post are available in the Beach Bum Gallery on paper, canvas and metal.