Last night, a thought accured to me.
All of a sudden out of no where.
I remembered Hayling Island and that beach.
The smell of the sea.
And the views of those stony beaches.
I can still hear the sound of the waves against the rocks, the pebbles crunching under my feet.
Simply wallking along the shaw with my grand mother, my father, my aunt and one of the two cousins swimming and loosing his net in the bottom of the sea. Complaining a crab got it.
These memories that seem so far away, the memories that I miss.
All of a sudden out of no where.
I remembered Hayling Island and that beach.
The smell of the sea.
And the views of those stony beaches.
I can still hear the sound of the waves against the rocks, the pebbles crunching under my feet.
Simply wallking along the shaw with my grand mother, my father, my aunt and one of the two cousins swimming and loosing his net in the bottom of the sea. Complaining a crab got it.
These memories that seem so far away, the memories that I miss.
