When I came across these glorious underwater photographs from Elena Kalis I ached, yes ached to be back at the ocean. My breathing gets slower - in rhymn with the waves maybe - and I have no trouble slotting into a slower pace of living. It's as if the sea takes me back to the essence of me.
The ocean drowns out the internal chatter; cleanses me; let's me just 'be'. 
And I love people watching by the sea. It's as if we're drawn to it like a magnet. I mentioned this to a friend and she said maybe it's the desire to 'go home'. The anthropologist Loren Eiseley said it well 'Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.'
Maybe it's time to pack the car and succumb to the magnetism...
