Do you think he intends to take a swim, I asked dubious. We stood as frozen, literally. An old man wearing a bathrobe came walking towards us. He limped heavily and had difficulty keeping his balance. He headed for the bathing bridge. We greeted each other, and I asked for his venture. I’m going for a swim! It stimulates the body. We glanced in awe as he disappeared in the ice cold sea. We stood guard, unsolicited until he was safely back on the bridge 😊
Don’t let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do. John Wooden
This is a magnificent beach in Sejerø Bugt in Kattegat. It’s called Gudmindrup. But don’t tell anyone. Keep it as a secret 🙂
The sea was our main entertainment. When company came, we set them before it on rugs, with thermoses and sandwiches and colored umbrellas, as if the water – blue, green, gray, navy or silver as it might be – were enough to watch. ~ Sylvia Plath
High upon a forest slope tucked between the trees stands a bench. Sometimes I climb up the slope just to sit in silence on that bench. A seep emerges at the foot of the hill and all kind of birds come here to drink. Even Hugin and Munin ⚡🙂 A temple of nature.
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.” ~ William Shakespeare