THE SOUND OF MULL
Match made, weather ready, two fond friends are ferried over a water of radiant, showery and seaweed silver. In motion, plans are hatched under a rare ray of light that dances its way from sky to skin, taking its momentary rest upon a gentle smile with eyes closed and basking. They are on the deck, breathing in salt sea air and singing seaward to the gulls. They and the seabirds are at home with the water, free to sing, swim, listen to what watery song is migrating westward with them on their Hebridean adventure. Taking possession of this moment, because they know by now that clouds and their magic can shapeshift into another day altogether, the pair are standing into the sun. Quiet appreciating. Their passage is spent with a shared pencil, well worn; cut and shaped by determined hands, conjuring answers to the world’s unanswered questions. The lead is shaped by time, as the mountains are carved by the greatest carpenter of all, working in silence and influenced only by the colour of the rain that paints every moment. The breath, the shore, the gangway, the arrival. The Sound of Mull is peacefulness. Memories
Lucie Yavruturk, Isle of Skye
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THE SOUND OF MULL
Match made, weather ready, two fond friends are ferried over a water of radiant, showery and seaweed silver. In motion, plans are hatched under a rare ray of light that dances its way from sky to skin, taking its momentary rest upon a gentle smile with eyes closed and basking. They are on the deck, breathing in salt sea air and singing seaward to the gulls. They and the seabirds are at home with the water, free to sing, swim, listen to what watery song is migrating westward with them on their Hebridean adventure. Taking possession of this moment, because they know by now that clouds and their magic can shapeshift into another day altogether, the pair are standing into the sun. Quiet appreciating. Their passage is spent with a shared pencil, well worn; cut and shaped by determined hands, conjuring answers to the world’s unanswered questions. The lead is shaped by time, as the mountains are carved by the greatest carpenter of all, working in silence and influenced only by the colour of the rain that paints every moment. The breath, the shore, the gangway, the arrival. The Sound of Mull is peacefulness. Memories
Lucie Yavruturk, Isle of Skye
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