Walking barefoot in sand alongside boot prints, this beach has not yet been trodden by any person or kangaroo or bird big enough to leave footprints since last tide. It’s the first night of our Wilsons Prom walk and already I feel elated to have pulled on my pack and walked here. The beach is gentle in its rising above the tide, shallow, yes gentle. Water was high to the dunes a few hours ago leaving smooth sand. A different rhythm here. Circadian. Lunar. Nature didn’t invent the working week and weekend. We can discard it too.
Silence and wind are a presence here, noticeable by the absence of traffic and other city noises. Ears, attuned to newness, can rest and relax now.