When you live by the sea, you learn to love is quirky moods ...
... moments of laughter
... are followed by moments of anger
... sometimes it whispers
... sometimes it thunders
It is ever moving, ever changing. Our greatest friend; our biggest enemy. Liberating us and yet hemming us in. Defining our boundaries...
From the womb to the grave we're slaves to its temper, we move to its rhythm, never free from its incessant call. It beckons and whispers and calls us by name. Few can resist it ... it runs through our veins.
Beautiful Loree...I understand the power of the presence of the sea...never living by one, but having visited, it is all encompassing.ReplyDelete
Oooh Loree, what a beautiful post! Your poetic words as well as your stunning photography. I can almost hear the waves crashing against the rocks and smell the fresh sea air. Thank you!!ReplyDelete
I really enjoyed this post and felt as if I had visited the sea and witnessed some of its quirky moods along with you. I love the "sometimes it whispers" part.ReplyDelete