THE STAIN ON THE SAND
When I woke this morning a wide expanse of ash littered beautiful Seven Mile Beach. The retreating high tide deposited thousands of tons of burnt leaves, branches and twigs from an out-of-control fire twenty-seven kilometres south.
Last night it looked like a preview of Armageddon from a distance. Eerie darkness; tiny particles stung and left an acrid taste; the smell of smoke and the sound of the southerly. An assault on all the senses.
I refused to indulge in any discomfort. Any irritation was swept away by the horrific scenes of death and destruction of those who have lost everything. A minute taste of the reality of their overwhelming distress.