What does the sea mean to me? It means…
…hurtling headlong down the bush-track… catching that first glimpse of glittering blue through the trees… racing out onto the rock-shelf and BREATHING in that first hint of brine in the air…
It means… running as fast as my little legs will carry me… sunbeams dancing on my nose… salt mist catching in my hair… sand erupting between my toes…
It means… family time… and beach-combing… and peering into rock-pools… and paddling in warm waves…
It means… the thrill of… a seagull swooping… cloud-watching… tinkling of moorings… engines humming… the happy snap of a sail unfurling… the rush as the bow takes flight… the plunge into a wave-trough… and the upsurge into the next crest…
What does the sea mean to me? It means… tramping home with heavy legs and a light heart… Exhilarated. And happy. And free.
(This post was created in response to the Word Press Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea.)
