It doesn't sound like my sea. I don't own this wave like I own a photograph of it. The photo I should be taking right now. Intruding on a moment that belongs to the world, but not to me. It's not my sea. A cliff side nook plays host to a pair of birds. Squabbling, a little, as they flee their precarious yet cosy little bedroom and head out to water. Ducking and diving with the confidence and grace of the waves. It's their sea.
It's not my sea
It's not my sea
It's not my sea
It doesn't sound like my sea. I don't own this wave like I own a photograph of it. The photo I should be taking right now. Intruding on a moment that belongs to the world, but not to me. It's not my sea. A cliff side nook plays host to a pair of birds. Squabbling, a little, as they flee their precarious yet cosy little bedroom and head out to water. Ducking and diving with the confidence and grace of the waves. It's their sea.