Back In the Lowlands

An airy little series blowing in.

Bringing you gritty sand, scorching afternoons and hazy dusks. 

We’re back in the slow pace of the empty town that lies underneath the hills.

Only the boats thudding on the jetty and the cicadas at first light.

Only sunburnt bellies and sand underneath nails.

Salt air and stinking mangroves. 

We’re back in the Lowlands.