Looking from Clifton toward Camps Bay. Feeling the sun on my skin. Hearing the waves break, endlessly, distant, but so close. Lion's Head is right behind us.
I can feel the lawn under my hands. It feels green, fresh. It smells like the sea. Like emotions.
I bury my feet in the sand. The waves keep breaking, endlessly, so close, but distant. If I were to focus on them, capture their energy--I could feed on their blue, fly into the sun.
There is no reason to run, no reason to escape. This velvety feeling--the taste of serenity dripping off my soul.
My spiritual homeland.
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