seeing the sea from a distance might be a thousands times better than actually being two feet away. it's a promise. weighing more than the actual object of a promise. the moment you see the white patch, you understand why the lullaby people have less wrinkles and joke more often with all teeth on display.
it's having water close.
you get dizzy from so much light because it's still a january grey in your head. it's temperature lag. the camera feels heavy. the knees aren't listening. the wrists, all too confused. sun makes every thought melt into each other. a mess of meringue. but their thoughts are alright, they take sunbaths every single day. they keep walking, nodding heads, pushing baby strollers, wheel chairs, sprinting, looking ahead, looking sideways.
never at the sea.
this last guy was speaking into the phone, pacing, changing directions, getting wrinkles.
instead of a good old hang up, a good old silence and icecream to go with it.
