Sunday, April 20, 2014

Stone, wood & sea

We've returned from the sea now - regretfully, mournfully. Happy to be home, but grieving the ocean.
I miss the immediacy of the natural world. I miss how tactile life by ocean is - the cold brine lapping around my knees, emersion in fluid, held between sea and sky, swimming through a green underwater world, the feel of sand and stone beneath my feet.
I miss watching the fall of a wave and the way the light is constantly changing, the tide is constantly shifting.
I miss the sea. Now, I look over photos of a world contracted to sand and wood and sea and promise myself we'll be back soon.

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