OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
The wind was relentless, pushing the incoming waves away from the shore with a force only the sea would recognise, and whipping up gusts of sand that cut like razors into my exposed skin. I stepped onto a shell and cut the sole of my foot. Salt water, I thought, the best medicine! But I realised that I was still too scared to venture properly into the sea after underestimating it a few months ago, the scars unmistakable on my arm.
Once again, I had the place almost entirely to myself. And it was good to have only the wind howling all around and chasing all thoughts away from my head. Just one hurt foot in front of the other, and the rhythm of the sea. Its colours today, as always, were balm for the soul. The lighthouse in the distance. The light …
I returned home to my work and did what I had to. Dinner with my love. Post-dinner chat with Mom and Krystian about to begin …
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”