i wriggle my toes into the sand. into the earth. into this island.

i stare at the ocean. the waves. their energy, continuity, fluidity. this magical place, bringing me home. talking me into living. speaking to my heart.

i hear all its wonderful sounds – the curl of the waves into wet sand, the silence that follows. the flittering leaves of the palm trees nearby, the wind against my ear as i turn my head so slightly.

i scratch at day-old mosquito bites.

i watch a surfer emerge safely onto shore, make the sign of the cross and look to the sky.

i take a photo for a couple, two beautiful men from england. they thank me for what appears to be the most generous offer they’ve ever received. no worries, i say, surprised at their graciousness.

i watch it all float by.

sunsets on the north shore of oahu, hawaii.

living, living, living.

so let it tell a thousand words, of where i’d rather be. that home away from home, of
by the sea.

you’ll find me there alone. it’s not always this still, you know. it’s an eerie sort of bliss i feel at my home away from home.

[the ocean air rushes past my face, through my soul.
into me. it swallows me whole.
and my heart beats to the steady rhythm of the lapping waves, down by the sea.]

let’s sail away and wander this place for the rest of our beautiful lives.

encounter bay, south australia.