How beautiful is the feeling of sinking bare toes into the velvety dry sand at the first beach visit of Summer? I watched the sun go down over the bay today, the evening light playing games with the seaweed and spume, the shadows long. A big bank of smoky cloud on the western horizon eventually swallowed up the big orange ball of the sun as I brushed the sand from my toes.
By Amie Brûlée
Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.View all of Amie Brûlée's posts.