Drifting in ... the dream

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.

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. 

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.