Goodbyes come in all sizes, and rarely suit all. The sky is pastel blue with a warm orange glow where the sun is setting, and the light is a soft brush stoke behind the deeper shade of the mountains. The air in New Zealand is still like a picture. Still like a landscape pause on Attenborough. Still as though I am holding my breath and waiting to move. I am getting ready to leave. Still.
HMS Illustrious. One of the many temporary places I have called home.
A living statue. We are all shaped and shape ourselves.
Work can feel like Mordor.
Varkala, Kerala - India.