Folds of light
Ripped into shreds
Shimmer on a horizon of inky black

Washing up is carried
To the shower block
A barefoot march across the fields
Blotchy legs sprinkling sand as they go

Dogs bound eagerly
With their half chewed tennis *****
Desperate for one last game
Of fetch

Older brothers
Sprint past their siblings
And jumpers are pulled on

Campfires are lit
And the distant peals of laughter
Echo above
The reassuring rush of
The eternal tides

Vistas change minute by minute
Whilst stars prepare to pierce the night skies

On the footpath
Slugs appear
As if from nowhere

While crickets sing out to each other
I am here, I am here