At the Seaside Again

Hello, here we are at the seaside again. Before starting dressing warmly and pumping up  the tires of our bikes. But then we went. Biking up into the dunes against the fresh seawinds to that Thalassa view point. Empty. Completely empty: no cabins, no pavillons, no ships. A few walkers, some dogs, a passing gull. Low tide so to see. Delicious to be here.

To walk over the wet sand towards the surf. Looking North, turning South. Seeing Her waiting for me, waving her arms. Once, long time ago I fell in love for that girl , photographed at the seaside. Here we are, still going strongly together, waving our arms. Amazing…

What an experience, breathing in these salty airs, the rustling of the waves. Endless waving from the horizon toward us and back again. We walk and cross the undeep fast streaming laguna onto the Zandmotor. Last time it was summer. We were swimming then.


As we returned home we could welcome our birthday Mischa. Time for a festive parkwalk, hot tea and a spicy thai-meal. Gone was the long train travelling day. A joyous and happy day together with many memories. But with brand new experiences too. Hello. here we are fully alive.