Some days she took me with her. The days she wanted to talk. Or hear her own voice. Everytime we sat together, she would look at the endless sea and say:
“Do you see how calm the sea is today? Someday I will be like her. Someday but not today, because the winds are circling up and I must prepare for the storm that is imminent.
The sea is magnanimous. When the storm hits her, it is not herself that she has to protect, it is the countless life forms that depend on her. Is it the sea in these life forms or are these life forms in sea? We don’t know. But everytime she faces a storm, she has a choice to make, she could either sustain them or crush them. And she chooses to sustain.”
Once she has reassured herself of the right choice, she would lay with eyes closed and hear the waves collide subtly with the rocks.
There was a strange tranquility in watching her lay beside the sea. It was intoxicating. I felt like I was gazing at two seas opening up to each other forming an ocean that was so compelling, it would sink any heart that wandered too close.
This post is for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge. This week’s theme being bleak.