I was looking for something to trigger an interesting post today, when the image at the top of this post caught my eye. As I stared at it, I lost myself in old memories. I remembered the first time I went to our local beach.
This is the post I wrote at the time…
After what has seemed like a very long time, I have found my perfect moment.
I finally managed to get to the sea, and the sun was shining. A strong breeze from the water created some medium-sized but beautiful waves.
We had visited this beach the week before, but the weather was atrocious that day, and we nearly froze. The weather report was more favourable yesterday, so we made the journey again.
I have been trying to snatch a few precious moments to get my sea fix, and it was beginning to look like it might never happen.
The sea is my soul mate and very special to me. I need to commune with the spirits of the deep regularly.
Seeing how my health seems to be slowly deteriorating, I need to keep my soul happy, or I may give up. So yesterday was invaluable for several reasons.
Once on the seafront, the family were busy fussing about coffee or something to eat, but the sea called me, and I wandered slowly down the shingle beach and headed for the water. Almost immediately, the deafening sound of the waves beaching, and the sweeter sound of the water filtering through the shingle lifted me out of this world. A world where I was entirely at home.
I wanted to sit down, stay awhile, and enjoy the moment, but the shingle was wet, so I perched on a breakwater, mesmerised by the crashing waves.
I managed to film my perfect long-awaited moment on my phone, so I could share the moment with you…
Not quite better than nothing, but it was good to hear those waves again…
I hope you are all managing to stay cool, calm and collected in this weather…
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