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Snapshots of Tauranga #55 – Winter Walk

Suzanne 
The sun positioned low on the horizon
A group of girls running
arms outstretched like gulls wings 
in now silent flight
a strangely muted ocean. 

Its soundtrack purring
It’s the smell of salted seaweed
It's the beat of ocean tranquillity
it’s a trail of weathered footprints.

A woman crouches to photograph the girls
a solitary surfer gazes at the waves
that stranded log on Papamoa beach 
sits like a beached whale amid sand castles.

You shut your eyes to past memories
eyes settle upon the present tense
even the muffled voice of the dog walker
is in harmony with the thrum of the scrolling waves.
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19 thoughts on “Snapshots of Tauranga #55 – Winter Walk”

    1. Not quite the word I intended; it was supposed to be “beat of ocean tranquillity”, is what I intended. Not sure what I was thinking perhaps that was the problem. Thanks for letting me know, Jude. Always prepared to learn.

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    1. Thanks, Eilene, me too for a long beach walk and winter can be more relaxing without the heat. Though this winter it has been extremely cold overnight nearly down to 1 deg which is a rarity for Tauranga and the beach area.

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