The sea was peaceful last night. I walked and walked along a long stretch of the beach avoiding the algae that is piling up on the shore, skipping over dead fish that are strewn out of the water as obstacles in my way, unburied. Kicking rocks, walking further and further than my usual strolls have been, seeing new sights, feeling the wonderment of a more vaster world. Opening doors to different perceptions, creating a larger space, still in safety.
Like a new babe that has relearned to walk, to take greater plunges to strengthen the calf muscles. Avoiding splashes from stray wilder water waves, walking in a specific direction. Looking always to the east no matter which direction I walk in. The east: where the sun rises and creates new ideas, a new day. An easterly direction, bowing and praying, but walking everywhere, seeing new things, being daring, brave, courageous, but always being back in time for dinner.
The seas I hope will always be there, not drying up, there will be a day again when it will rain, but I will be under a protective umbrella, and getting wet when I want to, it is my choice on how wet I want to be, whether drenched or just misted.
Water, water we have you now harnessed with dams, you are powerful but are still within our control.
Our defense system is working deflecting rockets, Israel, we will stand with you, forever.
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