I imagine myself alone on a big bamboo raft, drifting on a gentle current.
The sky is bright with just a hint of cloud to inspire wispy daydreams.
The water is clear and shimmering with promise.
The swell gently guides me to the shore.
The sky is bright with just a hint of cloud to inspire wispy daydreams.
The water is clear and shimmering with promise.
The swell gently guides me to the shore.
On soft white sand I sit and watch, timeless as waves lap and retreat.
Perhaps I'll explore a rocky headland,
a warm tide pool,
a mystery hidden by nonchalant palm trees.
a warm tide pool,
a mystery hidden by nonchalant palm trees.
This is my island
A place to write and dream.
A place to share my experiences, thoughts, abstract ideas.
A place to think out loud.
Ink Island
where my thoughts crystallise into words on the page
and my pen gives ideas space to grow.
