Even if it’s +4C on 8 a.m. and cold north wind blows right in my face, I do not care and touch the sand and sea with my bare feet, because it’s spring!
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.
“the pulse of colour flooded the bay with blue, and the heart expanded with it and the body swam”
“The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and sea there has been this place of the meeting of land and water.”
“But that day, as I sat on the tranquil shore, it was possible to believe one was gazing into eternity.”
“Standing looking out to sea can be like standing at an altar.”
When after a few days of absence you finally get there.
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.