Sep. 7th, 2009

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I visited the beach today, Amaryllis Cove, and got some beautiful photos. It's a little tucked away bit of limestone shore near Cottesloe. I call it Amaryllis Cove, it's not really called that. It's my special beach! Anyway, the wind was strong and the sky was full of fluffy grey and white clouds. The sea was a beautiful grey-blue-green, like a cloudy sapphire or piece of jade. The breakers were frothy and bright white, and the shore was lined with fresh seaweed.

Oh, that fresh sea smell. Not the rotting, old seaweed smell that chokes you in the summer (but I'm a freak and even like THAT smell). No, this is a fresh smell unlike anything else. The air is moist and clingy, and it rejuvinates the skin like nothing else. My skin is soft and smooth, and it had been horribly dried out lately. It's a brisk temperature, but I never felt cold. The clean, new air opens up every little bronchiole, I can feel it when I ran up the beach to see what my Dad was looking at on the shore. He showed me periwinkles. Told me about how the Romans collected them. Dad and me always get along perfectly at the beach.

My body felt alive after being at the beach again. I missed it so much. I missed the smell, I missed the taste of the air and the sensation of silky white sand between my toes. A cormorant cruised down over the breakers, wing-tips skimming the water. The curve of its neck was divine. I loved how the dunes looked in the wind and the grey, watery light.

The sea is so special in the winter. Moody, close, protective. The water seems angry, but it's not frightening. It's comforting. Like the rhythm of breathing, almost.

To the soul of the sea... and me! Photos under cut... )

Dad told me of the first time he ever saw the beach. He was a child and it was on a school trip to the seaside. He lived inland, in Germany, and the beach was a special occassion thing for them. He was taken by the beaches, and by the special tourist shops with the shells and the keepsakes. He said that it made a lasting impression on him. I joked that it was his Viking blood coming out. Cause if there's anyone in my family that loves the sea more than I do, it's my Da.

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