It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.”
That's from Cesare Pavese. I was reminded of it today at the beach when I was sitting in the sand, feeling all the grit that comes with it, and watching the waves roll in one after another before they receded and did it again. The sky was perfectly blue and empty. The water was freezing.
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