Sending waves back to the start,
home. Where they belong.
The weekend has induced some serious beach cravings. Perhaps because it rekindled a forgotten feeling. Of being in the sea – the water, a balmy temperature, with the sun beating down and browning my shoulders, a summery breeze flitting over the surface of the water as I bobbed up and down with the swell and flow of the waves, occasionally being thrashed around and rendered completely helpless. The sea has a way of leaving you exhausted, yet energised, if that is possible at all.
And I feel the need. To. Go. Back.