Conversation with the sea

Conversation with the sea


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@mister-omortson
Autumn evening hugs you on the shoulders, soothes you with the splash of waves and the twinkling of stars. Here, by the sea, I forget all my worries and grievances, as adults who have grown up are released from their parents' homes. Peace pacifies me, supplanting tension from the bustle of the city and groundless worries. The quiet evening sea, like a huge bowl of love, tenderness, warmth, affection, calms, smooths the edges of reality and fantasy.
I am sitting on the beach and enjoying peace. How nice is here! Far from worries and worries, from the routine that enslaves us, depriving the flight of thought and freedom of action. We rush in a vicious circle - home, work, taking care of children, evening at the TV and again work.
By the sea, we are becoming completely different. In calm it is covered by a gentle surf, envelops the infinity of smoothness
and conquers with the grandeur of depth and infinity. And in a storm, as in the period of our quarrels and troubles, the sea frightens with its indomitable power, uncontrollable disposition, terrifying depth.
I was lucky, the sea is calm and mysterious today. A light breeze strokes my cheek, seagulls hunt for small fish, falling from a height of a stone into the water, causing me emotion
and a smile.

I rest here with my soul and body, as if being next to a loved one.