It could be that I felt the waves crashing for hours. Or just seconds. When I am with the sea, time doesn’t seem to have meaning. Right next to the waves it seems to fade. Filled by other stronger sensations. The sea dances with me in a way the trees will never know.
I saw them fly. The beautiful, mysterious, wild and free. Drops of salt shining in the sun. Imprinting on my rolls of film.
Back on the boat I felt the breeze of the sea. My hair was wet. I wrapped the towel around me and closed my eyes. Trying to remember the calmness for later. The taste of waves crushing.
There is always a little bit of sea inside of me.