The photo for this week’s prompt was taken at Grange-over-Sands a couple of years ago when I joined my son for a couple of days touring the Lake District. The winter days were short, but the air and the light were incredible, making for some of the most beautiful pictures we had ever been able to take. It was a first solo voyage for my son… I merely joined him for a day or two. My final morning saw the sea at low ebb, turned to liquid gold by the dawn, symbolic of my son’s own journey to recovering his independence in many ways, though he had not simply waited for the tide of life to turn…he had made it happen.
More wonderful entries this week. Thank you to everyone who took part. Please click on the links below to visit all the posts and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today and I will reblog as many as I can as the entries come in… but given the volume of entries we are getting now, that may not be all of them. All contributions will be featured in the round-up on Thursday
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The waters of life
Distant at their lowest ebb
Running through fingers that grasp
Pools of liquid gold
Revealed by receding tides
Laid bare on the shifting sands
Revealed by absence
Tides stand never still
A moment lost forever
The rhythm of the waters
Complete the cycle
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