I've always loved the sound of the sea. As a child the gentle crashing of waves on the beach accompanied me when I went to bed at night and years later I hope the lapping of waves in the bay where we lived during Nic's first year remains in his distant memory.
That love comes with a deep respect however. I have no desire to venture into its depths, battle it's waves or test it's power.
They say there are mountain people and sea people. Environs where we are most at ease and our souls can rest. Today I sit with the smell of salt air, sea breeze on my face and the sounds and feel at home.
Lincoln National Park