A dull morning, overcast, cool to cold in the breeze. A perfect opportunity for another walk to Pungari, Seal Rock. Soul day, taking time out for time in, letting the morning and the beach and shore carry the feet, the dog swishing up and along the beach, back again, off once more. Then up the granite rock face, the level path past the caravan park, Crockery Bay beach, and on to Pungari. No one else around! Two whales still off Frenchman’s Rock.
Couldn’t resist clambering down to Seal Rock, leaning against the cool granite face of memory, the sea swell bursting over the rock ledge, frothing near my feet, withdrawing in whispers. The dog watching from higher up, safer.
I no longer try to take photos of the whales. They’ve never turned out and I’ve thought that taking the photo to capture the moment means I’m not experiencing the moment as it happens.
The heart remembers.