The beach in Norfolk- besides me, my wife and my friends- is empty. The white foam topping the cresting waves and smothering the beach line, is the only thing that separates the steel blue sea from the grey sky stretching out to the horizon.
I walk along near my friends, with my wife further back and feel curiously detached. I think to myself is this what it feels like to be relaxed, or maybe I am just alone? The roaring of the waves and the whistling of the wind should make it hard to think; but in a strange way it is almost seems like white noise, slowing down my thoughts and giving me time to be present. Sort of like listening to one of those sea shells that you can hear the echo of the sea in.
