“Fleeting”
Fleeting is my interpretation of the theme of Transcience .
On a recent winter holiday to the south coast of western Australia we dodged storms, rain and freezing weather. The upside was quickly snatched walks along deserted, windswept beaches and surprising flashes of colour in and otherwise muted palette.
The weather has set in.
Continuous cold fronts stretch the week out.
Albany, and the sky hangs like melting lead.
A blue eye opens and then is gone like a wink, like something fleeting.
Molten pools of grey wash the shore like spilled water.
The beach is empty.
Words by Rob Manning