A long stretch of sand, wind, rough waves and time to walk without worries, even under gray skies...simple and very peaceful. Others seemingly enjoyed dissolving themselves in the conjuncture of sea and sand.
My father-in-law, in an elegant poetic phrasing, gave a remarkable coherence to these seraphic strolls. In an email to Daniela, he reminded us..."Even a walk at the beach gives a lot of energy, since the wind blows fresh air from far away and long ago."
...I drew inspiration from his wording, and will now head to the beach again...to draw, literally, inspirations from the past.
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