I went on a treasure hunt in the blue-turquoise Aegean Sea.
Neither for diamonds, nor for gold coins left by the pirates.
I longed to bring with me a cream white shell to my home in the far north.
I went on a treasure hunt in the blue-turquoise Aegean Sea.
Neither for diamonds, nor for gold coins left by the pirates.
I longed to bring with me a cream white shell to my home in the far north.
The sun was shining on my face when I opened the eyes, a marked contrast to the grey skies that had lasted for days. I was determined to go for a walk. Such a glorious winter day shouldn’t be wasted.
One of the hardest things for me to handle in the winter months is to get up in the morning. It is all quiet. From the dark sky, the moon is looking down on my tired face. No birds singing, no smell of freshly brewed coffee and croissants, no lively conversations from the neighbours who usually have breakfast on the terrace or in the garden during the summer months.
So here I am, sitting on the soft sandy beach and facing the sea. The longing has eased, the thrill is back. The soft sound of waves, pushing back and forth. It’s my retreat. For some unexplainable reasons, it seems to be where my soul belongs to. It’s just the feelings, yes, it’s all about the feelings. The feeling of coming home. Continue reading “The place where my soul belongs to”