the sea

Cycling back from yoga, and overcome by the beauty of the bay, I stopped to sit a minute or two in appreciation of the sea. Pulling pen and paper from my bag, I tried to describe it, capture it, distill it, but ended up writing utter pants. So how do you write about something which has been written about always and forever, and still make it fresh? Tricky. Wish I knew.

Shortly after this interlude, I lost my favourite hat. Bollocks.