It’s been a week since I was living by the sea on Iona, and already I’m missing it. What is it about the sea that gives me satisfaction? Maybe it’s the travel. To get to Iona I took two ferries, which meant crossing two bodies of water, and that was after flying over the Atlantic to Scottish soil. I think I’m in control of my life, only to realize that I am at the mercy of waves and wind. And yet, the satisfaction of living by the sea.
When I go to the cottage by the sea I drive an hour and a half on the highway. Sometimes the trip, although never as dramatic as a ferry ride, can offer its own waves and winds in the form of rain, snow and traffic. And yet, the satisfaction of living by the sea. The pounding of the sea on the rocks and sand takes away any smug feeling of control. A sunny day on Iona, or a pristine sunrise at the cottage does the same.
When I go to the cottage by the sea I drive an hour and a half on the highway. Sometimes the trip, although never as dramatic as a ferry ride, can offer its own waves and winds in the form of rain, snow and traffic. And yet, the satisfaction of living by the sea. The pounding of the sea on the rocks and sand takes away any smug feeling of control. A sunny day on Iona, or a pristine sunrise at the cottage does the same.
The sea: sunrises from the cottage!
The sea: from sunny Iona!