I live at the beach.
It’s awesome. There’s no other word to describe it.
I grew up surrounded by mountains. Trees, wild rivers, the white peaks of the Alps were my daily landscapes. A dream for someone. An everyday banality to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the mountains, the nature they preserve, their roughness and solitude. It is truly a pity I got so use to them. They rarely excite me anymore.
I find myself to long for the salty water, the sand between my feet, and the smell of the ocean so recognizable in my nose. The openness of the horizon, that doesn’t hide anything to the sight, is something rare between the mountains.
I walk on the beach and I feel the freedom of the waves, the wind blowing through my hair. And the only thing I want is to soak in the vibrant colors of the rising sun.
If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea