Early for me, but not others
as I pedal my 30km circuit
watching the action unfolding for a new day
Sun just starting to warm the day, but cold air hits hard as head wind tests my stamina.
Sand rustled up by wind catches my breath and salt from wave spray stings my eyes.
Seagulls fight over dead fish washed up on beach, a gift from the ocean
People on the hunt for the best coffee house
Where coffee is the stimulus for conversation
Some absorb daily newspaper – mostly bad news
I am moving at supersonic speed, in my head
Realistically a slow pace hard up against that unforgiving head wind
I look forward to the turn round, where the wind becomes my ally and gifts me a quick return home.