Wherever I go, whatever I do, as long as there is salty water all will be well.
The thought of living far from the stinging spray of the sea gives me hives. It must come with the territory of island living. Or perhaps it is an affliction of a childhood spent catching crabs and dodging waves. I find the sea restorative, life giving and redemptive. It’s the closest I get to feeling something holy. Because of that the sea is important. It is always there, predictable and yet never quite the same.
And that is why we keep coming back, time and time again.