Longing for the sea:
Sometimes it feels like a sickness to me, a twisting yearning in my gut to just be there. To take deep breaths of sea air so full of wild promise it makes you feel lightheaded. To smell the seaweed, to hear the push and drag of rolling pebbles, rounding themselves on the beach or the dull crash of big waves on the headland. The repetitive sounds, the constant movement, the sea air, gulls crying, wind blowing and the wide expanse of mysterious, mythological depths. The way the light changes so fast, reflections on the water multiplying the effects of clouds and sunlight. Beach fires, sandy feet, freedom.