I have been attending a conference at a resort situated above the sea. There is a small winding path from the hotel undulating along the cliffs. The path rises and falls like the ocean curling and crashing below. Each day I walk that short path or perhaps it walks me. It feels like strolling along the unfinished beams of a skyscraper – precarious, as if balancing on the edge of a great precipice.
I moved to this part of the world so that I would always be near the sea but the ocean makes me melancholy. It is vast and grey. Even when the sun is burnishing the surface into silver – it is cold and fearsome. I love it and am endlessly fascinated, however, it will always be an inequitable relationship. Like a mysterious woman loved from a distance and never to be possessed.