by the shore

Last stop.

I am in that "holiday anesthesia" mode, needing to reconnect. Sounds strange, when I used to be the one so terrified about routine!

Being so close to the sea brings me a deep sense of nostalgia... Sometimes I wonder, what a different life would be closer to the sea... but then, the redundancy of thought always takes me to the same place.

To that familiar place of discontent, no matter where or with whom I might be.

The other existence I seek... I will never find it outside, nor in the infinity of the sea.

I think it is somewhere hidden in the verb to be.