7th of February A warm, slow breeze blows in over the dry reef, Sweeps up the shoreline, dousing me in freshness. No daylight this, but a world of moonlight, The heavens are spread with small points of light. Motionless; I watch the soldier crabs emerge. Black, noise-some mud clings to the soles of my feet. My whole world is silent; the village is dark. My hot soul is soothed and lulled by the sea-sound. Possessed of a sudden euphoria born of shore-ripples, of wind, of salt, of freedom, I take up off up the bare slope, dodging crab holes… This spur-of-the-moment photography is a part of an spontaneous road trip that leads us to a beautiful beach south of the city. Photo Credits : (my good friend) Ranie de Mesa Subject/Model : Myself (Unprepared, without make-up not even wearing anything fancy or what not) Poem: Excerpts from the poem “Nighwalking” from allpoetry.com For the complete series: Moonlight Models (Part 1 of 3): The Ba