Inbetweens.

August 2nd, 2018. The night before the wedding, Bosta, Isle of Lewis

I’m walking home over the hills. Is that the distant sound of my friends voices carried on the air or did I just imagine it? A slate flat sea infront and silhouette hills to my back. No, it is quiet now and I can only hear the night birds song. Even the neep tide sea is hushed below. 

I take a moment in this saddle between beach and cosy house. Between my lover and my family. A short walk to a new day.

A distant  pearly sky glows beyond gentle cloud banks. Like the inside of a mussel shell, both smooth and stormy. Faint reflections of contour and cloud in a mirror sea. This still night will bring forward a busy busy day.