Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and we’ve come back down to the water. After the hottest week I’ve ever experienced here, the air has finally returned to a normal July temperature—warm, but not scorching.
We’re standing with our feet in the water. How good it feels, that cool water lapping over our feet. And how satisfying it is, that sound of the waves crackling and hissing across the pebbles on the shoreline.
Let’s be like the rockweed for a moment, firmly rooted while floating free.
“Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part
Of me and of my soul, as I of them?...”—Lord Byron
Onwards,
Clara
