It’s taken me a while to realise why this picture resonated with me as much as it did.
It was getting colder. And colder. The sun withdrew and as a parting gift left us gold in the clouds. Glittery gold.
All the while the foreground, and the ground under my feet, grew ever colder as the light slid away over the horizon. The waves appeared in my subconscious. The sea washing through, unsettled and on the move. And the big waves in the distance, a presence imposing but not threatening.
And I was transported. From that time, and that place.