I`ve just been walking along by the sea,
its really peaceful down there,
nobody about, just the seagulls and me,
the sea just making a gentle sound
as the waves turn over on the stones.
Somehow, standing looking at the waves and listening to the sound of them helps me think.
It`s one constant thing in life, the tides ebb and flow daily, sometimes rough, sometimes calm. It`s the same sea that my family must have looked at for generations. I wonder to myself, did they too draw inspiration and help from it.
Strange how when I`ve got something on my mind I find myself standing looking out at the sea.