A breath of fresh air

Directly when I stepped out from the trainstation in Simrishamn, by the Swedish south-east coast, a whiff of seasalt and fish entered my nostrils. I realized how long ago it had been: Five years since I was in Portugal and almost twenty years since I was in this little town, where my father lives. I took a deep breath.

The next day, I walked down to the little harbor and tried to find the same scent. But oddly I didn't feel it.

I realized, how fast we become used to something, especially when it comes to smells and scents. How we tend to forget, and how we take things for granted. Especially where we live and are at home.

There is a sense of infinity by the ocean. How one can stand and breathe and gaze at the horizon without end. An interconnected freedom. Where there's always enough room to expand. And in this, lies the hope that there will always be something better ahead. That while there will be storms, ripping us apart and growing in intensity, eventually it will become tranquil again. Soft breezes and sunny skies. As always, ocean is my best teacher.

Photos of the Baltic sea.