Ever since I was just a little girl and my beloved mother used to take me to the seaside I’ve had this feeling of being tied to the place where the frail waves embrace the quiet land into a soft, final kiss. You can think of me as being a child of the sea.
The very moment I feel the salty breeze filling my lungs and the chilly, delirious waves tickling my feet playfully I know that’s the place where I belong. There is nothing more relaxing than lying on the beach with the soft whisper of the waves in my ears while the sun is gently kissing my skin, putting delicate beams in my hair. The silk-smooth sand always knows to awake me from my endless daydreaming just in time for the magnificent sunset. The seaside sunsets are the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen. The way the huge ball of fire sinks into the bottomless sea, making the skies cry for it with bloody tears while the waves swallow its last shimmers.
The sunset is the perfect moment for long walks and seashell hauntings. I always try to find the bigger ones, so I can take the sound of the sea with me when I leave, a way to keep its memory alive. Besides the seashells I always bring back with me huge amounts of sea glass, because their colour is just like the seas.
Even when dark clouds cover the skies and the sea throws her green walls of water over the grey land fiercely I can find something beautiful in the scenery. It’s a ruthless war between the sky and the sea, and neither of them ever loose. The sea is throwing its wounds on the shore while the sky is wiping away its bruises just in time to create another amazing sunset in peace.
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