Breathing   S  p  a  c  e  s

My walk takes me down to the estuary at Sandgate, only a few minutes from where I’m staying. It is late summer and the colours of the fields all around are green with lush grass, with golds and yellows of the grain waiting to be harvested. The harvest is late for some this year with the grey and rainy weather August brought. But now the sun is a bright shining ball in the sky and as it begins to sink down over the estuary the sky becomes tinged with reds and oranges as if som