Reading this, I could almost taste the salt in the air and feel the sun of years gone by. There’s something deeply moving about the way you hold the memory of the ocean alongside the quiet of the present.
I know exactly what you mean. I don’t swim either, yet I feel strangely attached to the sea. Whenever I’m away from Brighton for even a short while, I find myself missing it. There’s something comforting about the water, as though it quietly reminds me where I belong.🌊
Sometimes I write the best things when I don't know what to write. This is so nostalgic and beautiful.
You've hit the nail on the head again! I think the roughness adds to it. I liked it.
thank you very much for commenting
You said so much.
Thanks for sharing this gem. Whether or not I know what to write, I invariably hear the ticking of the clock!
Thank you very much/ your comments make it all worthwhile
Reading this, I could almost taste the salt in the air and feel the sun of years gone by. There’s something deeply moving about the way you hold the memory of the ocean alongside the quiet of the present.
Thank you, William. The ocean stayed with me long after I finished reading. So did that final silence.🥺
Thank you vvery much/ I've always loved the water (and i can't even swim)
I know exactly what you mean. I don’t swim either, yet I feel strangely attached to the sea. Whenever I’m away from Brighton for even a short while, I find myself missing it. There’s something comforting about the water, as though it quietly reminds me where I belong.🌊
yes, the water seems to be always beconing
I remember, too.
Ouch, this aches. Excellent writing often happens when we don't know what to write, then do it anyway. <3
This is excellent writing!
Very evocative. Beautiful
Hauntingly beautiful!
a trip down memory lane/ thanks for commenting