I woke up around 6.30; when I stepped out of the house, the peaceful atmosphere and the stillness in the air filled my lungs. No wind, no clouds, no noise except for the water murmuring in the distance. I walked down the dune and it appeared slowly, white, grey and pink; then the lines coming in like multiplied promises. I stole a few moments there, and ran back to the house. When we entered the water together, the fog had risen, making the whole beach white and blind. Sitting at the line-up, we could not see the sand in the distance; only volumes of water moving under us, and a few dark silhouettes sliding silently around.


v said...

amazing photos; beautiful words. again.

Agathe P said...

@v: thanks for reading me

JR said...

really great...love your blog