There is more sea than the eye can fathom. So vast, endless seemingly, yet it’s never enough. We are human: our entire survival as a species is pegged to a policy of “It’s never enough.”
Jenny and Ekin remove their shirts, to get some tan going. To feel the sun on their skin. I’m the sort that wonders if the SPF I have in my sunscreen is sufficient. Whether I would darken and later peel.
The sea breeze is warm yet gently lulling at the same time. The sun, at midday, relentless.
Right now we don’t have anything else to do, anywhere else to be, just here, with each other, here now.
The sea we see. It’s enough.