Traigh Mhor

Isle of Lewis, Janaury 26

The quad bike tracks turn out to be horses and I feel less disapointed at the churned up sand. I close my eyes walking between them and become a horse, galloping with the wind at my back and the rush of sea in my ears. I dont recall having seen the sea this irridescent blue- a mermaid blue.

I came here to be alone on this vast shore but now I feel lonely. Lost on a beach I know very well. The moon is well risen: observing.

When I turn back, the two horses have appeared. We pass each other and they are now alone in the view- glad of its perfect lonliness.