Neon Beach     We are like two children who have just discovered ice cream as we step through the night. Super novas of phosphorescence explode into spiral galaxies at each step we take along the water's edge. Fascinated, we watch an endless procession of tiny waves, marching in series, like an army of neon tubes, glowing brighter as they aproach their destiny. We witness their final moments of glory, realised as they flop themselves onto the flat sand, completely spending their life force in a milky way display of glittering algae, before letting go of their importance and disappearing back into timelessness.   By John Heron   Back