Credit
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Christa Wynn-Williams
Edinburgh
Story
Still dark
The heron, shoulders hunched
Waits
A gull disturbs his concentration
Intent on moving him on.
Ahead of me
The sky brightens
Buoyed by the water
I feel a surge from the incoming tide.
I began swimming in the Forth in August.
New friends, acquaintances, enthusiasm
Warnings, tips, encouragement.
Now shorter, colder days
Sea temperature dropping
Shorter times in the water
Wearing neoprene gloves.
My gloves wave as they dry
Reminding me of the sea’s call
Heron, otters, gulls, waders, seals
Every day magic.
Take us out to play!