Early. Walking on the beach. As we moved towards the north end of Whitesands a rock came alive and began to move down the beach. So close. We stood on the sand, hand in warm hand, and watched as a seal moved into the sea, silvered by the setting moon.
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Lucky!
ReplyDeleteKat
A magic moment is twice as magical when shared.
ReplyDeleteWatched an old favorite "The Secret of Roan Inish" again last night, so I'm resonating to seals particularly well this morning.