This feels right. A small bridge, sincere, with a certain promise: the sea. Bushes of ripe, juicy caleta grapes on either side, as if the Universe is gracing you too for choosing that path to the magic, to the blue.
It feels good in my memory, but it felt even better being there, meeting it early every day, before 8 o'clock, when the sand was still fresh and light; the water crystal clear and silky; and the soundtrack of the beach was slowly waking up, with the chatter of two or three seagulls flying over the sea mirror and the murmur of small waves turning into shy foam on the shore.
On that bridge I met a black cat who let himself be petted by me. He used to wait for me to cuddle him behind his ears. The second day we met, he turned around and showed me his belly. -Look how cheeky you are, I said tenderly. And it felt good. Because it was pure love. There was no fear there. It is said that whatever is born out of fear will eventually be undone by love.
And so, I dived into that beach that was mine, mine alone, to wander along its shore looking for shells, thinking about my shrews, about all the versions of me there could be and which one I would keep. This felt good too. And when I told someone that I would like to stay there indefinitely, he burst out laughing. -You're not a fool, he exclaimed. Anyone likes to stay like that in a hotel, with nothing to do but relax and have fun.
-Yes, you're right, I replied. And I laughed too.
I often laugh because if I didn't, I would drown in tears. However, my idea went beyond the hotel, beyond comfort, beyond a well-deserved holiday. I would stay there by the sea, in a tent, in a hut or whatever, learning to be silent. I would stay there or on any silent beach letting myself be caressed by all its breezes: morning, noon, afternoon, evening and night breezes.
There is a great power of healing and clarity in silence.
And there is also a great healing power in playing, in being children again.
There were moments of much laughter, people very dear to me who could not be there physically were there through video calls, with the promise, I don't know if it was true, to meet up one day and enjoy this marvel together.
I couldn't miss my absent-mindedness either, making a mistake with the memory card in my little action cam. As it had no capacity, it forced me to record in timelapse instead of normal video.
Note:
I had this post in drafts and decided to publish it now in the middle of one of my worst early mornings. I'm sick and I feel really bad.
For me the most important things in life are to have good health, to love and to be loved. These are the greatest privileges you can count on. The rest comes in time and is achieved along the way.
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