I think it's default. But. Everyone who has a bad year. Always asks the next one to be better. Always. That would be okay if it weren't every consecutive year after the next. You know?
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
Yesterday I tried to remember what it was like before losing my dad. I remember thinking frequently how lucky I was in life to have not lost anyone incredibly close to me. I tried to remember feeling lucky. I was astounded as to how blank my mind came up.