Right now, at this very moment, I want to sit on the rocks that I see inside my head (not imaginary, but at a real place.)
Rocks against which the waves crash. How cliched is that?
But if you see those rocks, you will know what I am saying.
I am not a person who likes solitude, but at this very moment I want nothing more than to sit on those rocks, with the waves crashing about me.
I want nothing more than the wind blowing my hair about my face.
I want nothing more than to hear the sound, or the silence around me.
I want nothing more than to see the windmill that stands a kilometer away from those rocks.
I want nothing more than to talk out loud to those rocks.

As I close my eyes, I can see the sun setting, the boats in the distance looking black and the sea inviting.

As a child, those rocks were not my focus, at the very same place. It was the beach, the ball or the latest game my cousins and I were upto. Innocence lost.

I miss that place. I want to go there soon. I will...