meeting the sea
Walking at the edge of the beach, it's easier to observe the people around you. Wonder what they are thinking, what does it feel like for them to be so close to the sea? Everyday hearing it rushing to the shore, as if trying to reach something and having to go back. Somedays where the waves are calm, softly gracing the water and others a certain restlessness to conquer the water below. I always ask myself, what is this furious longing when you come to meet the sea?