What a thing it is to be in a place that is wild.
To stand in front of an ocean that stretches beyond what you can see.
To hear twittering in the scrub and waves.
The exhilaration of the wind that almost rips you open to blow the cobwebs from your bones.
The contentmentof watching cormorants diving in the shallows. The joy of thinking you might have spotted two fins carve the blue further out and then the sheer bloody delight of witnessing a dolphin lift its body out of the water and leap above a wave.
To see little signals, some familiar kelp or intricate sand pattern or smell of a crushed leaf, memories of other wild places you have loved, little reminders that these will always be places your body needs. Your senses crave them. Your soul finds refuge.
Your heart is lifted and your very core simultaneously dances and rests.