I write this post from on board a cruise ship on which I am travelling around the Arabian Gulf. The boat rocks slightly; constantly in motion. Each day we dock in a new port and go ashore to explore. We are always on the move.
Yesterday, we sat in the clifftop garden of the Crowne Plaza hotel in Qurm, close to where I once lived with my family, and looked down at the beach below. The shallow waves moved in and out, back and forth, like breath. It was a public holiday and Omani boys played football barefoot on the sand. The photograph may look static, but when I pressed the shutter there was constant movement.
As a writer, I have always recognised the beauty in a bird in flight, a passing train, and people watching from a table outside a cafe. The following piece was inspired by motion. It appeared in The Hague Online where I am writer in residence and was my February column.
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