Waiting for the sea. Nocturne

In the freezing morning, at the Thames estuary, the sea and the river seem to retreat opposite directions. Far away from the coast, exposing muddy desert and salty marshes. Mudflats in all shades of grey, create the wast landscape of nothingness. They’re soaked in the uncertain, dark aura which evaporates, turning the sky into blackness. This long moment of stillness unexpectedly being interrupted by the wind blowing from this darkness. Soon after, the first trickle of water suddenly appears on the surface, breaking greyish lines between the mud. The tide is coming.