Ocean Symphony

It is early on a Sunday and me and Annelie are the only people on the beach on a windy morning. The waves roar as a backdrop to the high pitched gulls. As the sea reaches out up the beach, I can even hear the hiss as the bubbles burst at my feet. The wind is rough in my hair and I hear it pushing against my eardrums. Maybe it is the contrast with my recent visits to big cities, but I know that I belong here close to nature.