suspended high,
a state of suspense,
moment of grace,
as waiting, poised,
caught in between,
the paragliders
hang above
Ölüdeniz,
three dots…

(02.11.23)

Looking towards the sea over breakfast, three paragliders caught my eye. For a moment they simply hung there, seemingly stationary, as if magically hung in midair.
© Ben Quant 2023

We land.
It’s dark.
Just silhouettes
and hints
suggest
the scenery.

We arrived late tonight for an overdue and needed holiday. Wonderful hints of the hills and sea around us.
(30.10.23)

© Ben Quant 2023