The air here on the island is charged with the coming of a storm. A thick fog has settled over the landscape.I can feel excitement rising in me as we follow the winding road to home. Everything is softened by the mist.
The Fiend and I drive in silence, soaking in the calm before the storm.
We drive along the edge of the sea which is rendered invisible by the growing fog.
And then we are gifted with the sight of a majestic bird perched on a rock on the shore, preparing to shelter from the storm.
He lets us get only so close.
And then he takes flight, seeking more private shelter.
He disappears into the mist.
Leaving us breathless with the power of the encounter.