SELF as in my / your / him or her / one + self.
This is the final conclusion, persistent in my mind, every time I take a walk at the sea front, in Costa Brava on cloudy days.
Relaxing and intense. Very relaxing. Very intense.
These are the ingredients (from above and down):
Cloudy sky (overall gray; few isolated clouds are visible);
Horizon (immense, intense, hypnotic);
Rocks (washed out by centuries of waves; dark brown, like clay; really hard, but include cracks and caves; optimal for many kinds of life forms);
Every now and then, a handful of sand; seldom enough to produce a beach
Pinus Pinea, branches hanging over the water;
Costa Brava kind of Sea (which, I believe, is for some reason different from Costa del Sol’s, Costa Dorada’s and even Balearic’s); it changes color whenever the sky does.
This is the effect it produces:
I find myself looking back at myself. But not literally. It behaves as a mirror, but uniquely, only to those things that are not visible.
I can suddenly see the noise of water and hear it’s surface ripple and and touch the tides and smell the energy carried by millions of waves of past times.
Can you, too?