The Question That Lingers // Part 1

I say that I want to stay in places until they become a part of me, and I them. It takes minutes for the sea to become a part of you- salt in your lungs, water in your ears, longing in your soul, and the transfer between ocean and sand that turns your feet into salty dip sticks. The only question which still lingers is- how do I become a part of this place?

Maybe, I already am a part of it all, by nature of what I am- a girl raised in the shadow of a mountain, with snow water in my veins and muscles that have known how to handle ski poles for as long as I can remember. Maybe, the stories of girls with skin as white as snow have always been written in the sand, for we are completely out of our element, and I think the earth loves those kind of stories. Maybe, the carelessness of the sea needs stories like mine just as much as it needs surfers and gulls, in order to survive.

we've got to get to the sea

I am deeply excited for my brief visit to the sea in less than two weeks. We are going to sing, we are going for disney land, but for a few hours we get the sand and the water.

I've never cared for the ocean before. I've always preferred the beautiful lakes I've grown up with. No salt, less sand, less of a need to keep your eyes and mouth tightly shut. Trips to the seaside have always meant being dragged there, when it was never quite warm enough. I don't really swim, I never ever tan, but my mom loves the ocean, so we go.

Lately my eyes have been opened to the beauty of the sea, and I can't wait to really experience it for the first time in my life. The larger than life expanse, the feeling of being so tiny in comparison, the smells, the footprints, the color. Yes, I can't wait for all the shades of blue.

I even got a henna in the shape of waves for the occasion.
HENNA- that means it comes off.