It was 6.45 and I was making a plum/soy/ginger marinade for a duck breast when I remembered my promise. It's too late now. It's overcast. And when I get to the sea: it looks a little cloudy, there could be jellyfish in there. But I go in and when I'm 20 yards out (where I can still put my feet on the seabed if I need to) I laugh out loud.
A plane descends towards Nice airport. A little girl does a cartwheel on the shore. The tall masts of the yachts anchored in the bay swing like slow metronomes.
I am swimming. And I am looking and really seeing things. This one conscious action is spilling over.
5 comments:
I'm coming to dinner! (Just kidding =) Sounds delicious though.)
I'm proud of you for going in anyway, when there were so many excuses for not. Well done!
Tres joli, la mer.
So good!
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This makes me wish I was there to see it.
Will you keep it up? And how can you better this first impression? I love reading your words xxx
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