TO LACK COLOUR

“It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” -Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

I tried to wait until November 1st to reread my favourite book like I usually do, but I made the mistake of leaving it on my bedside table and the scorpio sea called to me until I couldn't resist any more. 

Mom and I making a horse, Papa making a very detail oriented hoof. Thank goodness for parents that make me laugh until my sides hurt. We’re all a little odd, but the good kind of odd that leaves multiple horse-related sand sculptures in its wake. 

“There are moments that you'll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you'll remember for the rest of your life, and it's not often they turn out to be the same moment.” ― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

Re-reading The Scorpio Races, because it is November and that is what one does come November, and thinking about this little red roan gelding I met while walking to the beach not long ago. He was alone in his little pasture with only the wildflowers and a view of the sea for company, but he was sweet and playful and had lots of quick thoughts burning behind his eyes. I think about him a lot. 

I stood awake there dreaming some other form to be and the word you could say that would always keep me near is stay, stay I belong with the salt and the sea and the stones save them all for me

Gregory Alan Isakov // Salt and the Sea

photos taken by @ashleydiscovers

"There are moments that you'll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you'll remember for the rest of your life, and it's not often they turn out to be the same moment.”  -Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

"I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me." -Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

"The island spools out beneath the moonlight. We gallop parallel to the cliff edge, and beyond it I see a flock of white birds keeping pace with us. Gulls, perhaps, soaring and gliding on air currents that send them violently upward as they get close to the rocks. This is Thisby, I think. This is the island I love. I suddenly feel I know everything about the island and everything about me all at the same time, only I know that it will go away as soon as we stop." - Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

I'm convinced that Marie is actually a capall uisce simply masquerading as an arabian for convenience sake.

Because what better place to submerge yourself in the world of mythical man-eating water horses than on a rock with the tide rhythmically luring your feet into the sea..