Seasons come and go, taking sun chairs with them. I do love a rainy Autumn evening on a silent, deserted beach.
Jorge Luis Borges wrote, we always see the sea for the first time.
When after a few days of absence you finally get there.
We were here yesterday and ran to the Curonian Lagoon through the desert of pure happiness.
Yesterday I left a book at the beach for someone else to find it and have it, to probably read it, to discover.
I did it! I opened the Sea Library by the Baltic Sea. Come, borrow, read or donate a sea book.
This photo captures all what Beach Books is about. Reading books about the sea by the sea, with love.
“Horizon rises from horizon.” Peter Matthiessen
“The sky looks lacquered; clouds there are none; the horizon floats”
Side by side with the seaside is the place I do belong. Silently tiptoeing over my own horizon.