I wrote these lines a few days ago after a hike along the cliffs.
Standing at the edge, staring at the roaring waves, always makes me feel light.
The wind empties my body, and most importantly, my mind.
The salty breeze sticks to my skin and weighs me down, so I don't fall into the crashing waves.

Standing at the edge of the cliffs brings sadness into my lungs,
that disappears shortly after.
But then it comes back,
just to go away again.
Like the waves that come to shore just to say goodbye,
and then repeat the same dance.
Teasing, tempting,
undecided.

Standing in front of the sea brings tears to my eyes.
Maybe a sense of home? A reminder of grief and loss?
Maybe the vastness of its waters makes me feel small.

I've been enjoying a lot exploring ways to paint the sea,
the waves, the clouds and sky over the horizon... 
and this watercolour is the latest I've done.
Using the hairdryer was a novelty, and so much fun.

Painting helps me still my mind,
even when I'm painting ever-moving waves.

When was the last time you stood infront of the sea?
Were you with someone else or alone?
Was it warm and sunny or cold and rainy?

Hope you're keeping well, and life is kind to you
so you can spread kindness to everyone around you.

We'll chat again soon.

Love,
Arantza.