Where I grew up, there was no water to speak of. Unless you count the little, piddly river that runs through town. And while this ‘river’ was close to my school and I did see it every day, it had no big impact on my life. Train tracks played a bigger role back then.
Today, my dream house would sit on a river’s bank, close to the ocean or be overlooking a lake.
Flowing, moving water fascinates me for hours and days. Birds and boats capture my attention.
Where I live now, we have two wide rivers – one flowing through town, the other carrying big ships to the nearby ocean.
I love the noise of the crashing waves, the salty air and the screeching seagulls overhead.
Rocking boats are not only pretty, they also have a calming effect on me.
Walking by the water’s edge, watching the horizon makes me happy.
Looking back on my recent trip to Europe, I remember having slept most soundly at my friend E.’s house. I can’t really pinpoint it to the fact that she lives not even 50m from the river, but I like to think that this was the reason – the slow flowing water, the big boats: all your heavy thoughts are just carried downstream.
Next up: my obsession with clouds.