I arrived in the little sea-side resort after a long-long train journey through beautiful hills and valleys. My backpack was heavy, I was sore from the hot weather, and my legs were burning from the miles of walk in the city last night. When I left the station, I saw the first seagulls, and they were talking to me. ‘Follow me’, they chirped. And I yielded, and walked off the last bits of my legs. The sea was calling.
This was the second time I was at the sea. How can something unusual immediately feel like a lost home recovered?
July 24, 2017 at 20:53
Love how even the clouds seem to be leading out to the ocean.
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July 24, 2017 at 21:18
Indeed, everything was so inviting it was hard not to take that 5+ metres leap into the water at the end of the cliff. Thx for the comment.
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July 27, 2017 at 07:07
The pied Seagulls of sea-shore. Something toches me in tthis photo as well – I nearly ran into the screen
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