Sea Fog

The mornings along the coast where the fog and mist meet with the salty spray of the seas is one of my favourite smells. – Paul Walker

Quiet Days

Over the last days of September to the very first days of October I made a short visit to my hometown Aveiro, in Portugal. Upon arrival at Costa Nova I immediately went for a long walk at the beach with my father and Zu. Following the seashore we arrived at Barra beach. A dense fog fell over and walking through it felt like wearing a white-soaked blanket. It felt so good to be there and to enjoy the quietness of this place at this time of the year, where the world pace slows down.

Hearing the sand crumbling beneath my feet, the waves sluggishly lapping the shore with their never ending motion reminds me of the Old days. There’s nothing like the lullaby of ocean & the salty smell of the sea.

I grew up here, in a city where the Ria joins the Atlantic Ocean. And Costa Nova & Barra beaches were not only the places where we spent summer days but also all year around, whether to fetch fresh fish, whether for ramblings.

Nowadays everything is different. The beaches are getting smaller day by day unable to sustain the advances of the ocean; the temperatures higher than usual, enabling one of the worst years for Forest fires.

Climate Change is here and autumn is very late… it should have been in its full force by now.

We took long walks during my little stay. Watching the happiness in Zu’s eyes just makes my heart content but at the same time makes it even more difficult to leave. Leaving is always hard.

It’s a bittersweet feeling.