#34: Reflections from the shore

Nairn beach, 0853, an hour and a half after high tide. The fisherman is already on his way back, his headlights and dark silhouette looking like cats eyes on the flat grey firth. A cold water swimmer, David probably, slowly breastroking away the day. A paddle boarder heading West into where the water is silvery blue, a satsuma orange hint in the foreshore still left over from the ever later sunrises. A large honking skein of geese go over head. Threads of wool wiggling in the sky, the final skein in perfect V formation. The pied wagtail closer today, close enough to see the pale yellow of his face. No waves today the firth shimmering like crinkled tin foil. Snow now on Ben Wyvis, but still not cold yet in Nairn. More geese, and yet more geese. Something deeply satisfying and habitual about migratory geese in such times of uncertainty and change.