My last morning here at Tweed Heads Caravan Park. I walk out and along the bridge and back again watching the tide rushing out and the sun behind the trees blocking my view. Below the tide rushes out and the yachts on the water are all asleep.
Then I see the color on the other side of the bridge and I rush across the empty road to catch a glimpse of the sunrise color behind Mt Warning. The light is not good and the Colors are depleted.
I walk down to the pier and at low tide see the sands. A lone bike rider sits at the table and contemplates the morning. I walk back through the paper bark trees