High tide, wave sounds, shades of blue. why so beautiful?
On that wall, I've sat so many times over the last two years. Sometimes with friends, sometimes alone. I've never felt sad there. That wall is bliss-point. At high tide, the waves curl over themselves and crash on the stairs below. They tease my feet, so foamy, so light, but never do I go down the stairs and dip my toes in, because like everything else, it's all an illusion, and instead of an airy lightness bubbling over my toes, it'll be cold and wet. I'm perfectly happy just endlessly watching the waves.