Poem of The Road

From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and
imaginary lines,
Going where I list—my own master, total and abso-
lute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they
say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of
the holds that would hold me.

~ Poem of The Road by Walt Whitman

Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk

Let’s Celebrate the Sea

The weather has been changing a lot lately. April fulfills her reputation 😊

We went off to the sea, but before we left home we checked the chill factor – and put on an extra layer.

They sat there on the beach in a row, people. The sun was shining, but a strong, icy cold wind was coming from the north. I couldn’t help but thinking how the sea saw the row on the beach. As if a sea can see?
They sat wrapped in blankets. The blankets they should have been sitting on. But they stayed. Just a little bit more.
The sea was unfolding its ever-changing canvas, and they could miss something:
A lovely cloud, a sharply delineated ship on the horizon, the screaming seabirds or the patrol of the oystercatchers. The sound when a wave breaks on the reef, or a nice ripple on the seventh wave.
It’s not a goodbye, but see you later ❤

My small collection of beach photos illustrate the ever-changing canvas

Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk