I had no idea how much I had missed the sea. I certainly told you often enough how much I love it, didn’t I? The first glimpse of grey-green breakers crashing on a shore always fills me with a peculiar kind of joy. The smell of it, the sound of it and the look of it in all weathers satisfies something deep inside me. I could live for a long time away from it, but it’s like a part of me is dormant, or hibernating until the time when I can be near it again.
I reunited with the sea in Alicante. I have an inside room with no window, but the pension is not far from the beach and I can smell it through the crevices and down the halls. I followed that scent outside and down the streets until my ears picked up its cadences, then I caught a glimpse of green and white and there it was. That first day I stretched out on the dusty sand with my books, some fruit and the wind playing in my hair, watching the green waves crash into white again and again like some never ending fugue. I plan to spend part of every day there. Tonight I hope I dream of you – I always feel you are close to me when I do.
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