You are walking through a field of grass that has been burned and worn down by the sun. In the distance, you can see a tidal marsh with a river undulating gently through it curling its way to the sea.
As you are walking, you notice in the field opposite three horses are leaping about and tossing their long manes. They stop short by the gate, snort and look at you with wild eyes, before galloping away.
Apart from a soft breeze, there is great solitude and peacefulness. Lining the field are thick, high hedgerows which provide shelter and shade. As you walk along beside the hedgerows, you notice tufted hair grasses, ryegrass, quaking grass, needle grass, stinging nettles, foxtails and angelica. Butterflies, bees and other insects find refuge here. You cannot see, but you can hear the winged world of murmurings and rustles in the wiry bushes.
The path leads you to a marsh with tall, thick reeds. The low afternoon sunlight sends pencil-lines of shadow shooting through the calligraphy of them. The marsh is intersected with dykes and mounds.
The river here loops around through the marsh in silence. At this hour, the tide is high. The water looks polished and glassy. Without a ripple, it perfectly mirrors the cloud-stained sky. Cyan and grey. It also reflects the green-furred mudflats and the delicate cattails.
You see a wooden stairway cut into the bank which leads down to the shore. For whatever reason, a beach has been created randomly by the nature of the tides and the erosion here. You climb down the stairway. The force of the water has flattened the sand, and the sun has dried it enough for you to sit comfortably.
You look down at the sand and notice oyster shells, odd-shaped stones and a small piece of delicate porcelain with an intricate black pattern of a vine and a Fleur de Lys.
On the opposite bank, you see stark white egrets and herons prowling along the edge of the river stalking their prey in the shallows. They, too, are reflected in the glassy water.
A small colony of the sea birds race and run up and down the mudflats searching for food. They cry and whistle before flying and skimming along the tranquil waterway to another area somewhere up the shore.
Other silent, mysterious creatures also haunt this flat wilderness — in a different world with its own strange magic.
Across from where you are sitting, you see the remains of an ancient boat. The broken hull looks like the skeleton of a whale now. In another time it had a name and was christened like a child. It ferried goods and people from one place to another, and before that, the wreck was a tree growing in a forest.
The day's light is beginning to turn the sky to a dusky lavender shadow. You feel the chill of dusk start to settle on the river bank along with the smell of the salt marsh perfumed with the sea. The tide is turning. It's time for you to walk back home.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.