Yachts racing

We look out, over the dark blue sea - near the horizon are yachts, their white spinnakers swollen with salty breezes - in a regatta, racing each other, I guess - moving over the waves silently and remote from us - tiny dark figures, hardly discernible, control their courses -

The sun glitters upon the nets of foam left by waves upon the beach - green and brown ribbons of seaweed mark the edge of the dry sand - a few smooth pebbles are cast up to glisten upon the margins of sea and sand -

Behind the yachts, and the line of sea, is a faint outline of Bournemouth and its shoreline, adjoining Hengistbury Head -

We walk along the beach, looking at the distant yachts - moving over the blue sea - glimpsed as through a mirror - beautiful visitants - skimming through the air and water - soon to dissolve into movements of light and shadow -