3. storm passes
sometimes I go to furillen when my heart is heavy and my mind need some peace. this picture is about that moment the darkness washes away and the brighter mood comes, washing in replacing the storm I had raging inside.
something I found while i was reading and want to share it ....
“There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that as unpredictable as a great stage actor: it could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace it's audience one moment, but then could explode with its stormy tempers, flinging people around, wanting them out, attacking coastlines, breaking down islands. It had a playful side too, as it enjoyed the crowd, tossed the children about, knocked lilos over, tipped over windsurfers, occasionally gave sailors helping hands; all done with a secret little chuckle”
'Cecelia Ahern', The Gift