I keep going
Keep walking
One foot in front of the other
Driving forward
There is no destination
Only the journey
Only the pleasure of breathing the salty air
Feeling the breeze ruffling my hair
The heat of the sun on my face
The yielding wet sand in between my toes
And the sound of the cool water swishing up and splashing my bare legs
My eyes take in the beautiful mountain on the blue sea
And my heart is transported
Home
Distance can't seperate us from where our hearts belong


I found this scribbled on a piece of paper and don't even remember writing it down. Must have been homesick that day. I go home Friday after spending most of this year away and I can't wait to paddle in that sea again. I love you Yalikavak!!!!

Very nice!
Thank you for sharing this.