Feeling the fine sand under my skin, being touched by warm rays of the sun, seeing nothing else than deep blue sky, few clowds in between, a yellow sun, smell from flowers that grow at the edge of the beach, close and at the same time far sounds from waves and seaguls, realizing my own breath. Thoughts being carried away, until nothing specific but happiness remains as the only feeling.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Memories from Bozcaada, Turkey
Feeling the fine sand under my skin, being touched by warm rays of the sun, seeing nothing else than deep blue sky, few clowds in between, a yellow sun, smell from flowers that grow at the edge of the beach, close and at the same time far sounds from waves and seaguls, realizing my own breath. Thoughts being carried away, until nothing specific but happiness remains as the only feeling.
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