BreakAway: Waves

Waves of Energy, waves are energy and that's what our journey takes. For my eyes only, this coloured wavelet in mid Bay of Biscay, I share with you. There is one for everybody, everywhere. And then it's gone, to be replaced by another. And on it goes, over and over again.
What is the daft old fool talking about, I hear you say.
Anyone there ?
Well I'm talking about life and how easy it is to stop noticing it's beautiful patterns, ebbs and flows and interactions. How easy it is to get lost in trumpbrexitmay madness. The fall in the poundhouseworthness and all things normally normal. And yet stop a moment, at this wave of colour and wind, of spinning and stillness and say, phew, it's quite something to be here. Again.
And on it goes.
As do I and my lovely Krysia. Morocco bound again and again. Never get tired of it as it sets in motion the letting go and going with the flow of an unknown day and a chance meeting with an unknown soul. Or one you've met before and are bound to meet again.
If you fancy, come along for the ride and I'll share our waves of Energy. !
Now I'd even look the part if I could only wear a headband with style ! Alas, I'm all a fluster as it's been a swift but tiring journey yet we are here in Morocco two days after leaving the UK !

The merc is exhausted and has turned into a donkey ! It wants a rest, so it shall have one. I shall try and learn to wear a headband properly, or give up.
Who cares, We are in Imsouane, 39 years after the first visit.
To get here, you need to catch boats and drive or, as is more common these days, catch a plane. Our way leaves us with our house on wheels and a journey on water and road.
Magic Bus.

Here are some moments as they unraveled.