We hit Bunker's Bay on the last full day of our trip, had some cakes and coffee before joining our trio of die-hard fisherman and women on the beach. The sunset was arresting and added to our sadness at having to leave.
I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss
of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling
the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel
of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued
from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing
time, warms my tranquil heart.