Thursday, 29 August 2013

Connected

I don't know what it is about walking on a beach that always seems to generate lots of pensive thoughts.  The constancy of the waves is probably something to do with it.  They are always there, coming and going, large or small.  Running in and out.  

One thought that always occurs to me, when I am on the beach, is that if I was to follow that massive body of water in front of me all the way round the world, in one continuous line,
I would end up here, just down the road from my Melbourne boy.
It's always a comforting thought, if not a little melancholy.

No comments:

Post a Comment