It's in a quiet mood, almost benign. The light is muted, not much tonal variation. Stormy, brooding, sulky.
I hadn't thought of snakes, but there it is, a baby, not scared of me. Curious. Symbol of the uroboric alchemy of this place.
Then fierce heat, sharp sun, blinding shards of white shattered across the sultry purple blue. That intense aqua, the colour of hope that makes you want to swim in it, and that white shell necklace gnawing at the throat of the island, today lazy and slobbering up the rock face.
It is almost quiet, not the deafening thunder I am used to. But now the sun has gone, it has cooled and the wind is stronger at my back.
The mood is changing, brooding darker. That instinctual fear that descends at twilight.
Time to go.
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