after the big party, one comes back to the family and family is the sea and every sea...so to spend the sunny post saint patrick day I went to the suburbs to enjoy the fresh air
I did not find the people coming home from sunday mass with a tray of sweets as it could have been in the place i come from
rather the common point was the sweet slowness of the movements of the people approaching the sea and the grace of the empty streets
sleepwalking at sea, the air gets fresh and one hopes to find a hot cup of coffee, warmth and reconforting in this moment of exposedness to the wind and the silence
.....some say we all are islands, drifting apart
maybe we all are islands, romantically heading for the large sea
i would yet add that islands can make earth tremble and shake when they want to get closer
No comments:
Post a Comment