Down to the sea we went

Those old,

wild restless longings

returned ~

so down to the sea we went.

I'm tired,

jaded.

I needed to feel the wind
in my hair

and taste salt on my lips.

Like that day on Scarborough beach.

These past
mornings have almost
felt like Autumn
and I'm not ready for that.

Not yet.
Summer is still sitting
on my bones
and it's
only
33 days until holiday.

To go where the sea is a riot of colour

and crashes on the rocks,

to walk among the everlasting hills.

Go

down

to

the

sea

again