Day 155 of 366: Into the Sea

Finally I got the whole day just for photography. The weather was perfect for the coast, so I spent most of the day enjoying the rain, wind and fresh sea air. Precious.

Into the Sea

The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.

The sea speaks
And only the stormy hearts
Know what it says:
It is the face
of a rough mother speaking.

The sea is young.
One storm cleans all the hoar
And loosens the age of it.
I hear it laughing, reckless.

They love the sea,
Men who ride on it
And know they will die
Under the salt of it

Let only the young come,
Says the sea.

Let them kiss my face
And hear me.
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from.

Carl Sandburg

Holding Back the Sea

Empty Promenade