It’s that time again….
Time to visit the beach and recharge batteries.
Let the sea take my worries away.
We all have that one safe place to go, for me that’s the beach. And this might be because I grew up in an island and going to the beach is the furthest getaway we can go without taking a plane.
Every time I visit the sea it’s a subtle reminder of how immense the world is, how infinite the sky seems, and how tiny I am compared to them.
For a moment, I forget that my life back home is chaotic sometimes, or painfully plain at times.
It’s the only place I can calmy close my eyes and listen to the come and go of the waves, the smell of the salty air reminding me of everything good that exists within myself.
That I’m salty af, but I sure feel nice.