I love the way marine traffic enlivens that band of light, declaring it a window of possibilities, comings and goings that beckon . . . .
Turning my head to the right (as I did for the photo below) produces a more solidly shrouded scene, but it shows where I waded in up to my knees after my run yesterday. I've decided that if the weather and the tides cooperate, I'm going to try this therapy against inflammation and muscle pain. Bone-chillingly cold but so is the icepack I'd otherwise resort to. Yesterday my "long run" was short, 12k, in deference to the tapering required before next weekend's half marathon, but I also waded in after my 20k run last weekend. An envigorating cooldown, and it seemed to have the desired effect -- plus it made the shower afterward rather marvellous!
And given that I was wading barefoot through seaweed, thick to knee level, I couldn't help but think a spa might charge me a premium, slapping some fancy name (thalassotherapy?) on this organic approach. I'm just hoping it keeps my Achilles tendons from complaining -- I promise I'll give them a rest if they give me this one more week . . .