The waves are rushing, breaking on the rocks
but seas are still inside,
completely silent.
Expectant.
Tag: sea
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The girl and the sea
The world you know is inside your head.
By definition.
Snug and warm inside.
Your room, your toys, your books, your lamp –
as always lit with dim and cozy light,
the outside reflected and repeated,
a melody with no discordant notes
to irritate or frighten.
Rhythm of life.
And then, there is the sea.
It’s just as rhythmic,
but outside.
Emphatically foreign,
indifferent, ineffable, intruding –
intriguing and frightening.
It’s here.
Its presence undeniable,
its noise –
persistent, if not loud.
It is here.
You have a choice:
retreat or take a dive? -
A child and the sea
There is something almost unbearably poignant about a child approaching the sea.
The difference in scale is staggering and the fearless curiosity – heartening.
