Old New Waters
Walking down the path to Lourtuais beach, at cap d’Erquy, I found myself passing through bushes of ferns taller than me, prickly wild blackberries, and fields of purple heathers firing fluorescence over the shades of greens. Two arms of pink sandstone were surrounding the entire panorama, hugging the gold sand beach and saphir waters of the ocean.
I’m here again. The smells are soft to my nostrils, calming almost. I’m caravaning with an old friend reminiscing exciting times of years ago. It’s now gentle between us, soft like the cotton candy clouds and the sun of the Armor coast in August. I feel the tingling of old passions carrying me to the clear waters. The sand is perfectly warm, not burning my soles as an uncanny feeling of joy makes my feet run to the ocean. At last. Cold, transparent, pure waters. I’m drinking the salt of my life.