Don’t Forget to Breathe.
Only ever two songs from the sea. I’m slightly transfixed. Beneath my feet, flint pebbles press upwards — small, rounded pressure points pushing into me. I move my feet slightly, feeling the shift in pressure. As I watch the waves roll in, each climbing over the shoulders of the one before it, I start drumming with my teeth [we’ve touched on this before but for those who need a reminder]. I am excited. I can feel it. My creature self urges me forward, greedy for the awesome oceanic energies pulling up against this small piece of East Sussex coastline.