Varkala, Kerala, India 2012 - Dawn

All night the Arabian Sea crashed relentlessly and senselessly on the shore.

Early dawn, the World’s colour stolen by the night, yet to be returned. The air not cool, but deliciously comfortable. The sea is a knife grey, and at the horizon, it softly smudges into the pale sky.

They are usually much closer to the distant horizon, but today the fishermen are close to the shore. In their multi-coloured high-prowed craft, they work in pairs to haul in their nets.

On the beach, singles jog, pairs practice yoga, and groups frolic in the shore break. A gaggle of boys play football, pairs of jandals half buried in the sand serving duty as goal posts. On the cliff top shopkeepers sweep away the detritus of the previous day's trade. Dreadlocked, rucksacked backpackers head to the station and the next stop on the hippie trail. Dogs yawn, stretch, and then with nothing to provoke their attention, flop back down.