Ebb and Tide.

This is one of my favorite pictures of my Nana. I'm not sure when exactly it's from. But it's from one of our annual bi-weekly trips to OCNJ. For a massive majority of those years Nana would take a walk on the beach in the morning time....That's the sort of thing I like to remember about her.

Lately, I've been thinking of her very often. Sometimes I start to get excited thinking I'll get to see her soon, or wanting to call her and tell her a story. It's hard living in a different country because in some one it makes death much less real. It just seems like a geographical circumstance....rather than mortality. Summer approaching probably also fills me with nostalgia for sitting on the deck watching the waves and stars. I sat on her lap in a rocking chair until I was almost as big as her (not too-too hard since she's rather short).

But a commingling of longing and memories of sea is a perfect combination. Hearts churn with the beating of the waves, and the ebb of the tides.....