I grew up by the beach. Every day was spent by the water. The motion, the moisture and the sound in my ears was a constant companion. I loved it when the sea got all moody. The waves turned grey and the wind would blow my hair everywhere. These where the times I walked on the wet sand to be by myself.
Later in life I became an ‘in-lander’, living in cities or in the burbs. Somehow I always felt suffocated. I needed the water – the ocean. I needed to look out at something that was always reaching for me.
Twenty years later I have returned to my old friend but instead of the warm waters of the Pacific I now have the cold waters of the Arctic. But I’m glad, being on the other side it’s temperment hasn’t changed – the ocean still has that fantastic moodiness that I love so much.
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