View From The Sand Bank
Halfway between high and low tide, a sand bank forms, running parallel to the shore. You can walk on firm sand or shallow water. Waves break on one side, while the other side drops into a still, glassy pool. Surrounded by the ebb and flow of the sea, I love walking along this temporary island, gazing over to the ever changing line-up of beachfront homes.
It’s the smaller, charming old homes that catch my eye. Wedged between modern buildings, these humbledwellings are shaded by grand old trees with stairs that spill straight on to the sand. Their architecture is unassuming - classic beach shack. From this distance, I can comfortably stare, imagining what it would be like to live there, looking out at my little patch of ocean. I always decide I’d make the windows bigger—though maybe the afternoon sun would make me regret that.
I think I would like to live by the sea, with steps leading straight onto sand.
Wading through ankle deep water, I look at the homes that face back at me. I am not the spectacle they're here for. The sea is. Yet for me, each home is a story of possibility and yearning - though mostly, it’s just happy daydreaming as I wander, ankle deep in the sea.
