This evening, I needed to clear my head and so decided to seek out the sea cave where I played as a child. The cave is only accessible at low tide. I clambered over barnacled rocks and waded through smelly rockpools in my flip flops, risking life and limb, to get there. I must be getting old. The cave looks much smaller than I recall. I had hoped to use the remains of the day to locate my initials, which my father had carved into the Rock face decades ago. After thirty minutes, I call it quits. Everyone else is still there, but I have been washed away. My one eternal mark on the world is gone. This makes me sad. I tell my father that the sea has erased me. He doesn’t believe it.
Nostalgia
A Savage Joy 
Nothing endures. Sigh.
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True Dat. Sad times! Hope you’re well xx
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I’m fine. How are you? It’s good to see you back blogging again.
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Thanks Laura! Feeling much refreshed for a bit of time out from social media! Need to catch up on things now xx
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Ahh you’ll just have to make a new mark on the world. Lovely to see you back xx
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Such a nice sentiment sus! Good to be back xx
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I can fully identify with your cave search… I agree with your father. The sea is with you forever
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Thanks for reading – a lovely sentiment
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I am new in the blogging game.. but I think I’ll enjoy it.. all the best!
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