Sea

Only when I stopped walking and stood still did I realise what I miss. The sea at Scheveningen.
It's not the most beautiful in the world. In fact, earlier this afternoon, mum said it looked like a black sea, because of its murky green colour. But it's the same sea I've been visiting every so often, sometimes on impulse, growing up.

I stood before the sea, and admired the sun set. The last rays of day, that radiant red and orange on the horizon which seemed to sink and then suddenly vanish under the sea. Waves tried to tag my feet, and I listened to the echoes of the breeze while seagulls rode the winds.

This is what I miss, especially after a long, turbulent day.