Stranger on the Beach

He was a mystery, he still is a mystery in many ways...but now he’s my mystery and I have a lifetime to solve him... The first time I saw him he was just a dim figure in the distance. He was walking on the white sand. A tall stranger strolling thoughtfully along the blue waters edge. He seemed in no hurry as lake breeze stroked his lean body and the gentle surf washed in and out on the beech tickling his naked toes. The sun was behind him and he was a dark intriguing shape, the man caught my gaze like a momentary mirage. I looked down to work on my drawing, where I was perched on a shady rock up on a dune, where the shore and forest meet. Stretched out in panorama before me; bright hot sun, blue sky and white clouds - meeting up with blue lake and white sand. Behind me nestled the cool greens of leafy shade trees and mossy paths and shadowed trails away through the parkland. I had been distracted from the stranger making quick dark marks for him then sketching details of driftwood on t