It's so hard to describe the way I feel when I swim in the sea.
I feel it's weight, it's push and pull... and it's a calm gentle day
Like sitting in the grooves of the earth's fingerprints, trying to grasp really how vast it is
And feeling that "one whole world" pull as, wading way out deep, Punkone asks:
And what comes next? Capri
And next? Sardegina
And then? Francia
And then? Spangna? Morocco?
And then? Well, the whole Atlantico.
And then? The Americas
And then? Well, north or south? Or would you like to cut through Panama and go on to the Galapagos, Or Hawaii (Aloha Cloudia), or hop about the French Polenesia, and on to Australia or Asia??? Yea, the whole wide world is all part of that soup, the turning pot of the deep blue sea...
And then we start to talk about salt...
How much is there?
How did it get there? (Fishermen?)
Ahhh my fellow pilgrims in this life... get yourself a punk or two and watch the world open. Perhaps cracked a top your head, but opened nonetheless.