four. (the tide)

In the evening I watched the sun set over the rising tide. When I was trying to fall asleep in my hotel room I realised that when you breathe in and out it sounds a bit like the waves. I stood by the edge and watched my sand filled boots get soaked by sea water. I smelt the seaweed. I wrote letters.

three. (sea stuff)

All over the walls of the cliff was all this sea crap. Instead of appreciating its natural beauty i spent hours trying to get my phone to take good pictures of it. Nature is wasted on the youth. It made me angry but now its funny.

two. (cliff climbing)

I climbed the red cliffs as an ode to my childhood summers spent climbing polish mountains. I would write more about it but all my thoughts were strangely familiar, as if in that moment I connected to my past and was the same person again, and I can't be bothered to type it all again.

Thoughts from places; dead crab and naked babies

one. (rock pool)

Whilst staying in Devon I visited Exmouth on a cloudy misty morning. Sometimes after staying in the city for so long you kind of forget about the vast expanse of the outside. The sea looked like it tumbled endlessly into the horizon. The red stained chiselled cliffs grew from the sandy Earth. The rock pools infested with children hunting crabs and fish, poking at them with their chubby fingers.