The following is a simple writing. Each piece was written in
under 10 minutes with no preparation or familiarity with the statements that
were to be provided.
A love letter
I love the sea. There’s something comforting in the
constancy without stillness. One of those supremely simple things that stirs us
and reflects a new mixture to our eyes.
It’s such a wonderful blend, the gently sliding waves that
thin and creep like the softest hands, or a cool sheet to cover you on a hot
summer night.
The cresting power of a crashing wave as it smashes against
you; that oldest of customs where two friends playfully strike each other to
show their strength, and confidence in you, that you can bear such blows.
But whether gently gliding or roaring and crashing, that’s
only the surface. Dive under and it all smoothes out into a gentle surge and
passing, cycles.
Underneath the sun’s light traces like webbing, shaking and
coursing, like veins. And those calm nights when a starry sky is mirrored, a
sea of stars, as they say.
The few blinking lights of light houses, distant horns.
During the day it’s like a great picnic on the field, with
all the sailboats skimming this way and that way. But at night, there’s the
lone lance cutting through the dark water. Although underneath it doesn’t seem
dark, just murky.
The magic of an unbroken surface I suppose.
The sandy desert, underneath the water.
