Toby Carr
A Gentle Awakening

I can feel the warm sun on my face. It ducks under the lifting veil of mist scattering sparkling flecks on the clear blue water. A fishing trawler chugs along the clearing horizon as I drop down to the water’s edge. It’s clear and inviting. I slip into it and immerse myself in the slowly waking day, closing my eyes and seeing the dappled flickering sunlight projected onto the back of my eye lids

A Gentle Awakening
Toby Carr
Dover

Heading back, the sky becomes a perfect light show of emerging colours and shapes, the whispy clouds taking the hues of the setting sun. A pink haze grows above the water and brings our the turquoise green of the briny foreground. A gentle gradient washes up to the blue sky which is punctured by the bright white speck of the moon. It’s a beautiful experience and grows in intensity until the surface of the water takes on a fiery orangey red set against the silhouette of houses poking up over the cliffs. It sit and drift in it for a while bobbing around, immersed in the spectacle.

Dover

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Dover

Dover

Heading back, the sky becomes a perfect light show of emerging colours and shapes, the whispy clouds taking the hues of the setting sun. A pink haze grows above the water and brings our the turquoise green of the briny foreground. A gentle gradient washes up to the blue sky which is punctured by the bright white speck of the moon. It’s a beautiful experience and grows in intensity until the surface of the water takes on a fiery orangey red set against the silhouette of houses poking up over the cliffs. It sit and drift in it for a while bobbing around, immersed in the spectacle.