This Solemn Moment of Reflection

This morning started in a bright way. Sun rising in a blue sky. Huge white cloud formations at the horizon. Both in the East and the West. Mischa was the first up and out to the sea. She came back lyrical and still filled with enthusiasm. She never had seen such a beauty at sea. I knew I would miss the sublime pink blues and the frosty mist. But fortunately I could still experience that delight of a new morning at sea. It was still low tide. So carefully I crossed the long laguna which separated me from the Zandmotor peninsula since last November.


I could not have wished a more beautiful farewell. Here I walked over the virgin sands of the peninsula towards the surf. White crested waves tumbling up to the shore. Underwater the past stormy and rainy weeks the sandbar had moved far to the North. I could see the gulls guarding the outstream. Too far to walk there and return in time to cross back with dry feet and pants. But why should I mind? This was already more than what I could have hoped for. And next time, somewhere towards the end of March, we will have entered a different season and a new hydro-geographical situation.

So here you see my last seascape. For the time being. My experience there on the peninsula was as elevating as the cumuli clouds high up in the sky. The symbolism is as clear as the reflection of the cloud and blue sky in the undeep waters remaining on the sandy grounds of the peninsula. In the hours to come the rising tide will overflow and flood this place of reflecting the Here &Now. Nothing will remain the same. The clouds will have vanished or grown out into a covering front. And I will have left this place of delight. Leaving this beach and coastal town, this country. Just as we have done before so often already. But in a different way now, for a Much Longer Period. Period. Only a Period. An Unknown Period.