It is a sunny afternoon in Switzerland. We are experiencing the last summer days before autumn will kick in. The lakes are still warm, people are still sitting outside, drinking their coffees, later their beers and rosé wines. Some are soaking up these warm rays of sunlight with closed eyes and a hint of a smile.
And then there is me. I am these people, no doubt about that. Coffees outside, drinks outside, closed eyes and a hint of a smile or, most times, a big grin across my face. But also, I don’t really want to be here.
I miss the ocean. The salty air, the fresh and unique scent only given by the inspirational sea. The kid playing in the waves. The careless little soul, running wild and free, barefoot over warm sand.
Longing. Longing to feel it, smell it, cover myself in it. But the yearning is all part of it; it shows how very much I want it. And so I keep yearning and until the time comes, I enjoy a sunny afternoon in Switzerland, I experience the last summer days before autumn will kick in.