A picture in 100 words …
With a slight bend, the boardwalk vanishes amid the vivid green abutting the sand. The ocean of rushes it floats atop is dry and brittle. Juxtaposed to the contrast of a sea we know is just beyond but can barely see, the pale strands weave and sway with the coastal wind, drawing us along the path to the cool shadows.
The wood is sturdy underfoot as we walk, handrail beneath our fingertips warmed by the afternoon. We pause and breathe of the salt. Jude beckons me on, but I am captured by the path.
From here, it has no end.