Changing countries, travelling the line between two homes, a life in both places. It’s hard to change from one side to another and the journey becomes a calm interval, the white space around the words.
Changing Places. The shade of the clouds runs across in patterns of warm and cool matched by the wind. Sea swell crosses the waves breaking the crest and throwing spray into the air. Nothing to do except wait, pass the time conversations, bad coffee and people to watch. The cliffs of The Isle of White mark the transition from Channel to inland water. Returning, leaving, stuck between. Language, money, and style all change at the borders.