{"id":55987,"title":"Kyrra, The Wave-Tree of West Kirby","description":"I came to West Kirby while the tide was still moving out.  The flats were widening, the sand smoothing itself as the water drew back toward the Dee.  The air held a steady wind off the estuary, cool and unbroken, carrying salt and the faint smell of weed left drying along the edge","content":"<p>I came to West Kirby while the tide was still moving out. The flats were widening, the sand smoothing itself as the water drew back toward the Dee. The air held a steady wind off the estuary, cool and unbroken, carrying salt and the faint smell of weed left drying along the edge.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/bywzw5m0oixbb2asc42nlj7nfmnzyw1jnqidcpyslxflciyn.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;project=beastly-boroughs-416041&amp;v=2\" alt=\"bywzw5m0oixbb2asc42nlj7nfmnzyw1jnqidcpyslxflciyn.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;project=beastly-boroughs-416041&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p>Near the marine lake, set where land gives way without fully ending, she stands. Her branches fall long and narrow, shaped by exposure rather than shelter. The ground around her is pale and firm, marked by repeated passage \u2014 footsteps pressed and erased again and again by weather and time.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>I stood nearby as the water continued its retreat. Nothing around her hurried. The sound of the tide thinned into distance, replaced by the low movement of wind across open sand. Gulls crossed and disappeared. The flats held their breadth.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>She leans slightly toward the sea, not as gesture but as consequence. The branches settle where the wind has taught them to settle. Salt gathers along the bark in fine traces, lifted and left behind by air rather than wave.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>There was no change in her as the tide reached its furthest point. She remained where she was, neither marking the movement nor resisting it.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>When the water began its return, I did not stay to watch it close the distance. The flats were already beginning to lose their stillness. Behind me, the tree remained, held between what advances and what withdraws.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p><strong>From the Greengatherer\u2019s Journal<\/strong><\/p>","urlTitle":"kyrra-the-wave-tree-of-west-kirby","url":"\/blog\/kyrra-the-wave-tree-of-west-kirby\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/kyrra-the-wave-tree-of-west-kirby\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/beastlyboroughs.com\/blog\/kyrra-the-wave-tree-of-west-kirby\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1776357206,"updatedAt":1776357338,"publishedAt":1776357337,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":405864,"name":"Beastly Boroughs"},"tags":[{"id":4548,"code":"the-green-gatherersjournal","name":"TheGreenGatherersjournal","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/the-green-gatherersjournal\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/lvxr7nzh6kzx5jfpzd8eobtvtem1rdpdkqrwiha0yfxuk9w9.jpeg","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/lvxr7nzh6kzx5jfpzd8eobtvtem1rdpdkqrwiha0yfxuk9w9.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/lvxr7nzh6kzx5jfpzd8eobtvtem1rdpdkqrwiha0yfxuk9w9.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"","metaDescription":"","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":55964,"title":"Meet the Greengatherer \u2014 Walking the Peninsula","url":"\/blog\/meet-the-greengatherer-walking-the-peninsula\/","urlTitle":"meet-the-greengatherer-walking-the-peninsula","division":405864,"description":"When the wind turns from the sea and the light begins to change, I find myself walking again. &nbsp;The air carries salt and leaf together.  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